(M) Unspoken Affection - MilkLove Fan Fic - Completed

26. The day, beautiful day

Milk PoV

The morning of our wedding day unfolded with a serene beauty that seemed almost surreal. Sunlight filtered through the gently swaying leaves of the ancient trees surrounding the garden venue, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the meticulously arranged rows of chairs. Each seat was adorned with delicate ribbons in hues of light pink and light green, weaving a tapestry of colors that mirrored our chosen theme and our shared passions.

The garden itself seemed to come alive with the vibrant blooms of roses and peonies, their fragrant perfume mingling with the earthy scent of freshly cut grass. Paths lined with petals in varying shades of pink and green led towards the elegant arbor where Love and I would pledge our vows. It was as if nature itself had conspired to create the perfect backdrop for our union—a place where love and beauty intertwined effortlessly.

Guests began to arrive, their faces alight with anticipation and joy. Among them were our closest friends and cherished loved ones. Tu, my trusted business partner and dear friend, stood near the front row, her artistic eye evident in every detail of the decor. She had poured her creativity into the wedding preparations, ensuring that every aspect reflected our personalities and the depth of our connection. Her presence was a calming influence amidst the flurry of activity, her smile a beacon of reassurance.

June and View, our dear friends and loving wives, radiated warmth and joy as they greeted guests with their infectious laughter and genuine enthusiasm. Their unwavering support and boundless energy had been a source of strength throughout our journey together. June's vibrant spirit and View's steady presence added to the atmosphere of love and celebration.

I stood by the window, my hands nervously smoothing the layers of my wedding gown—light green for me, and light pink, Love's favorite color, incorporated into the intricate details as a reminder of our journey together.

Beside me, my father, Mr. Vosbein, stood tall and proud, his eyes shimmering with emotion as he looked at me. "You look absolutely stunning, Milk," he said, his voice thick with paternal pride. "Love is a lucky person to have you."

I smiled, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude for my father's unwavering support. "Thank you, Dad," I replied softly, squeezing his hand gently. "I'm so grateful for everything you've taught me."

As we stood there, bathed in the quiet anticipation of the day ahead, my father's gaze softened with memories. "You've grown into a remarkable woman, Milk," he said, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "I've always admired your strength and determination. Love is the right person for you."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to my father's words, feeling overwhelmed by the love and pride in his voice. "I love her so much, Dad," I confessed softly, my voice catching with emotion. "Today means everything to me."

Mr. Vosbein nodded knowingly, his hand gently brushing a stray tear from my cheek. "And you mean everything to us, Milk," he replied tenderly.

"Your mother is also so proud of the woman you've become."

His words touched my heart, reminding me of the journey that had brought Love and me to this moment. From high school friends to confidantes, and finally, lovers who had found solace and strength in each other's arms. Today, we would vow to continue this journey together, through thick and thin.

Just then, the door to our bridal suite opened softly, and Ciize, my sister and closest confidante, entered with a bright smile that lit up the room.

"Milk, you look absolutely breathtaking," she exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with excitement and pride. "Today is going to be magical."