Bachelorette party
The final preparations for the wedding were well underway, and the manor was a whirlwind of activity.
Everywhere I looked, people bustled around with purpose. Flower arrangements in shades of deep purple and white were scattered across tables, nearly toppling over from the sheer abundance of petals.
Stacks of delicate crystal glasses and plates clinked as they were set up, and somewhere in the background, a harpist plucked gentle notes to test the sound.
Seraphine and I had barely finished our coffee when Ciara whisked us away, leading us to the ballroom where the ceremony would be held. She looked positively radiant, her excitement translating into boundless energy.
"We have to make sure everything is perfect!" she insisted, clasping her hands as she surveyed the room with a critical eye.