The sun streamed through the stained-glass windows of an old church, casting a warm, golden glow over the wooden pews and the gathered guests.

Clara stood at the altar, her hands clasped gently in front of her, her heart pounding with joy. The delicate lace of her wedding gown shimmered in the light, and the bouquet of white roses trembled slightly in her grasp not from nerves, but from sheer happiness.

Across from her, the love of her life gazed at her with unwavering devotion, his eyes ...