Autumn is a second spring

174. Wedding 2.0

At the edge of the forest, where the land gently opened into a natural clearing, the wedding venue stood like something out of a dream.

Tall trees arched overhead, their branches forming a soft canopy that filtered the golden evening light into delicate patterns across the ground. The air carried the scent of earth, fresh leaves, and blooming flowers. Nature itself seemed to be part of the celebration.

The entire space had been transformed into a breathtaking forest-themed wedding venue.

Soft, warm lights were strung carefully between trees, glowing like suspended fireflies. They were dim enough to preserve the natural beauty of the surroundings, yet bright enough to bathe everything in a gentle, romantic glow. Lanterns hung at varying heights, and subtle ground lighting traced the pathways, guiding guests without disrupting the serenity of the setting.

A long white carpet stretched through the center, acting as the aisle, leading up to a beautifully decorated stage. The stage itself was framed by an elegant floral arch made of white roses, blush pink peonies, and fresh green foliage. Smaller arches and floral arrangements lined the aisle, creating a harmonious blend of white, pink, and green that perfectly complemented the forest backdrop.

Guests—close family and dear friends—were already seated on either side of the aisle. Their voices were soft, filled with anticipation, their eyes wandering across the venue in quiet admiration.

Then—

The music softened.

The MC stepped forward, microphone in hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the voice rang out gently, yet clearly, "the wedding ceremony is about to begin. Kindly take your seats."

A hush fell over the crowd as everyone settled in.

The MC gestured toward the pianist.

A slow, beautiful melody began to flow through the air—soft piano notes that seemed to echo through the trees, blending seamlessly with the rustle of leaves and the whisper of the breeze.

All eyes turned toward the end of the aisle.

And then—

The procession began.

First came Boun and Prem.

They walked side by side, hand in hand, their steps perfectly in sync. Boun looked effortlessly elegant in a tailored suit that fit him like it had been made just for him. The soft tones of his attire complemented the wedding theme, while his confident posture and composed expression made him look every bit the refined gentleman.

Prem, beside him, was radiant.

Dressed in salmon pink, his outfit brought a warmth to his presence that contrasted beautifully with Boun's composed demeanor. There was a softness to his smile—a happiness that he couldn't quite hide. Their fingers were intertwined, and every now and then, they would steal a glance at each other.

They looked like they belonged together. Like two people who had fought through storms and finally found calm.

As they reached the stage, they moved to one side, turning to face the aisle with quiet smiles.

Next came Ohm and Fluke.

If Boun and Prem were elegance, Ohm and Fluke were harmony.

Ohm walked with his usual confidence, his sharp features softened by the genuine smile on his face. His suit was perfectly tailored, enhancing his broad shoulders and strong presence, yet his eyes held nothing but warmth.

Fluke, beside him, was breathtaking.

Dressed in cherry blossom pink, he looked gentle and luminous, his expression calm but filled with quiet joy. The soft hues of his outfit made his features glow under the warm lights, and the ring on his finger caught the light with every step he took.