The ceremony progressed, but Alexander’s mind drifted. The vows, the orchestral music, even Cassandra’s radiant presence beside him faded into the background. He was pulled back, back to a time when life was simpler, and love felt pure. It was the first time he questioned the cost of his success.
The reception was a flurry of laughter, clinking glasses, and speeches celebrating love. Yet, Alexander found his gaze repeatedly drawn to the table where Lila sat with the twins. Their laughter, uninhibited and genuine, was a stark contrast to the orchestrated festivity surrounding him.
