At eight o'clock in the morning.
Sunlight spilled over the freshly cut lawn.
The fragrance of fresh grass was everywhere.
The guests' seats were neatly arranged, and the officiant had simplified the ceremony process on his palm, seizing every chance to memorize the script.
All the seats were filled with elves in fancy attire, bearing dark circles under their eyes.
Given time constraints, Ellie Miller, the bridesmaid, had to take on the role of family, handing the bride to the groom.
Ellie Miller supported the excited Alice.
At this stage, she resigned herself to it.
She hoped that the day The Flower Pixie came to her senses... she wouldn't drag her to jump off a cliff together.
She looked at the handsome Elven King waiting at the altar.
The Elven King, tall and handsome, wore a laurel crown, and his golden eyes held only Alice in her wedding dress.
After handing Alice over to Feshenanki, Ellie Miller stepped aside.
The officiant's questions were the classic ones.
