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Two weeks had passed since the gala.
For 14 blissful days, we had been immersing ourselves in the joy that came from planning our wedding.
Together, we chose a theme that resonated with our shared vision, meticulously crafted invitations that would serve as the heralds of our celebration, and selected a colour palette that would infuse our wedding with the perfect hues. Our attention to detail extended to the table settings, silverware, centrepieces, and the melodic tapestry of music and entertainment that would fill the air with joy, contributing to the crescendo of happiness enveloping us. We made a list of guests and artfully arranged a seating chart to ensure each person felt a part of our intimate celebration.
As we navigated through each of these intricacies, I felt a profound sense of happiness in every detail. The moments Ares and I spent in discussion about our wedding were filled with an ever-growing palpable joy. As we revisited our wedding planning album regularly, adding new details and ticking off completed tasks, our happiness swelled. It was a joyous crescendo, a symphony of excitement and love that defied adequate description.
Our happily ever after now felt closer than ever, and the excitement was electrifying. The prospect of our union becoming a reality was met with a blend of anticipation, joy, and an overwhelming sense of love that continued to grow stronger with every step of our wedding preparations.
In addition to the wedding preparations unfolding, the realisation of our dream home was beginning to take shape. The groundwork for our house was meticulously laid out in December, marking the initial steps in this exciting journey. Subsequently, the essential footing and foundation were promptly established, and now, the intricate process of framing the structure was underway.
Today was an important day for plenty of reasons.
Emmie, having recently joined a new hockey team, eagerly participated in his inaugural practice session today. Meanwhile, Ares had to attend a fitting session at the Tom Ford atelier for his custom-tailored tuxedo, and I was expected at my first wedding dress fitting at Dior. In addition to these preparations, we scheduled appointments with Italy's finest chef to curate a menu for our wedding, and with the most celebrated baker to decide on our cake.
Dressed in a weightless, silk, white dress and delicate heels, I carefully put on my cherished jewellery that harmonised with my engagement ring - earrings, a dainty necklace with a pendant and a bracelet. Completing my ensemble, I draped a black coat over my shoulders, took my black Birkin bag, and descended the stairs.
As I reached the ground floor, a delighted, adorable gasp filled the air.
"Daddy, mummy's pretty outfit matches ours!"- exclaimed Emmie with boundless joy, dashing toward me, and I giggled, crouching down to hug him and kiss his freckled cheeks.
He was dressed in miniature sophistication, donning black trousers and a pristine white shirt—an adorable mirror of his daddy's impeccable attire.
The family ensemble, a delightful harmony of black and white, echoed the shared sense of style and understanding that resonated through each of us.
