115: 3.55 I Do

3.55 I Do

The wedding was held in a breathtaking cathedral that was built with a glass rooftop, encasing the display of sparkling stars of the night. The guests poured in when evening arrived and were guided to their respective seats. Soft music was playing in the background and petals of roses — as per Oliver's request — were floating down like a gentle shower rain. Red silk hung on the ceiling and the chandelier burned with an amber glow, adding on to the exquisite and dreamy atmosphere. Chatters could be heard intermittently, excited ones, courtesy to the schoolmates who were lucky to be invited as a witness for the royal wedding in person and inquiring ones, whispers from those who came from kingdoms afar. Elite Guards were stationed in every corner and more were hiding in the dark, unseen unless the situation called for it.  0

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