Emma’s POV

The morning of our wedding dawned with a soft, ethereal glow, the kind that promised something truly magical. Light streamed through the sheer curtains of Adrian’s, our master suite, painting the room in hues of pearl and rose. A gentle hum of excitement vibrated through me, a counterpoint to the quiet nerves fluttering in my stomach. This wasn't the frenzied chaos of my first, perfunctory wedding. This was calm, deliberate joy.