Scars She Carries, Love She Deserves
Just a driftwood arch draped in soft linens, the music of the waves, and the scent of salt and spring in the air.
Elena wore a flowing dress the color of sand, simple and soft, with delicate embroidery that Lila had insisted was “magic thread.” Her hair was loose, kissed by the wind, and tucked behind one ear was a single white daisy—Lila’s last-minute addition. She walked barefoot, every step grounded and intentional, as if her past had finally released her hold.