In the castle's garden, vibrant flowers vied for attention, their rich fragrance permeating every inch of the air, as if even the breeze was intoxicated by the sweet scent.
The sunlight, like a golden veil, gently fell upon this land teeming with life, draping everything in a dreamlike glow.
Today was an extraordinary day for Su Yaoyao, Augustine, and Lucia—they were about to receive their marriage certificate, adding a sacred pact to their love.
The castle's grand hall was exquisitely decorated. White silk draped down from the ceiling like flowing wisps of cloud, swaying gently as if dancing for the wedding.
The walls were covered with roses, the symbol of love. They were fiery red and alluringly tender, each one blooming passionately, as if whispering beautiful blessings for the newlyweds.
