The Vogue Author

Unbounded Fondness

The grand hall was awash in a sea of white and gold, the kind of opulence that made Florence's chest swell with a mixture of pride and nervousness. Guests whispered and clinked glasses as they awaited the arrival of the bride. The air was thick with floral perfume and the hum of a string quartet playing a gentle melody. Florence stood alone at the threshold of the aisle, her fingers clutching the delicate lace of her gown. She peered through the heavy wooden doors that led to the ceremony, trying to steady her racing heart.