"If you know Clara and Elliot,
you know they don't do anything by the book.
It had to be a castle.
It had to be a blue swan.
It had to be magic."
A house full of people,
but in these few moments,
the world shrank down
to just her.
Walking past the life
they'd already built, on her
way to the one they were
about to begin.
Nothing borrowed.
Everything fiercely,
wonderfully their own.
An ancient tree, a summer afternoon,
and a promise that had been true
long before it was spoken aloud.
You can know someone for years,
and still have your breath taken away
in a single second.
The kind of quiet that
only belongs to the two of them.
Stealing five minutes away
from the brilliant chaos
of their own wedding.
If their romance had a signature drink,
this would be the room they'd serve it in.
Caught in the hallway,
halfway between the ceremony
and the rest of their lives.
Candlelight, clinking glasses, and stories
that grew slightly more exaggerated
with every pour.
The formalities were over.
The real celebration had
finally found its footing.