Moonlight 💫

~Chapter 22~

Feraye woke up this morning fully motivated and happy that she's finally taking over her own life, no more lies no more pretending . The turning point had come during her heartfelt conversation at her mother's grave, where she poured out her emotions and found a renewed sense of purpose. This cathartic moment allowed her to confront her grief head-on and embrace the strength she always had within her. Determined to honor her mother's memory and live authentically, Feraye vowed to face life's challenges with honesty and courage.

''please arrange these flowers by pair '' she told one of the employees that was hired to decorate for Henna night As the preparations for the Henna night unfolded, Feraye felt a mix of bittersweet emotions. She was filled with pride and joy for her friends, but there was also a lingering sadness as she thought about her own journey. However, the act of arranging the flowers and being part of the celebration provided her with a sense of purpose and connection, reminding her that she was capable of finding happiness again.

Henna night is a traditional pre-wedding celebration that holds deep cultural significance. It symbolizes the bride's transition from single life to married life, surrounded by the love and support of family and friends. For Feraye, participating in this event was not just about the festivities but a poignant reminder of the importance of community and tradition in healing and moving forward.

Feraye wanted to make Bade's night unforgettable, knowing that in just 24 hours, Bade would be stepping into a new chapter of her life. In Turkish tradition, the Henna night is a cherished ritual, where the bride's hands are adorned with intricate henna designs, symbolizing joy and good fortune. Friends and family gather to sing traditional songs, dance, and shower the bride with blessings, ensuring that she feels loved and supported as she prepares for her wedding day. The intricate henna designs often feature delicate floral patterns, swirling vines, and paisley motifs, each symbolizing various blessings and well-wishes for the bride. Some designs include hidden initials of the bride and groom, adding a personal and intimate touch to the artwork. The rich, deep hues of the henna paste contrast beautifully against the bride's hands, creating a stunning visual representation of the love and joy that surround her.

Feraye went inside the house to look for some extra candles and found Bade sitting quietly in a corner, her hands trembling with nervousness as she stared at her henna-covered palms. Sensing her friend's anxiety, Feraye knelt beside her, gently taking Bade's hands into hers.

"Everything is happening so fast, Feraye. I'm not sure if I'm ready," Bade confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. Feraye smiled warmly, squeezing her hands reassuringly.

 "Bade, it's perfectly normal to feel this way," Feraye said softly. "But remember, you are surrounded by people who love and support you. This night is just the beginning of a beautiful journey, and we will be with you every step of the way."

Bade took a deep breath and managed a small, grateful smile. The warmth in Feraye's words began to melt away her fears, and she felt a surge of comfort and strength.

"Thank you, Feraye. I don't know what I'd do without you," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

The night was alive with laughter and music, the air filled with the scent of fresh flowers and aromatic spices. Bade wore a stunning red gown adorned with gold embroidery, a traditional color symbolizing prosperity and happiness. Around her, guests danced and sang, their joyous energy creating an atmosphere of celebration and unity. Children weaved through the crowd, their giggles adding to the merriment, while elders shared stories and blessings, their wisdom enveloping the young bride in a protective embrace.

Ates arrived with Gunes holding his arm, her radiant smile lighting up the room as they entered together. Feraye's heart sank as she watched them, a pang of jealousy twisting inside her chest. She tried to catch Ates' eye, but he completely ignored her, his attention solely focused on Gunes. Feraye felt a wave of despair wash over her, knowing that Ates' cold indifference was a punishment for her past mistakes, and she feared he would never forgive her.