Jack's POV
As Charlotte began her walk down the aisle, time seemed to stop.
I forgot to breathe. I forgot to blink. The world around me blurred until she was all I could see.
She looked breathtaking—graceful, radiant, like a vision pulled from a dream I never wanted to wake up from. Her bridal gown hugged her frame perfectly, soft and elegant, flowing around her like starlight. The veil framed her face, but it couldn't hide the sparkle in her eyes or the gentle smile tugging at her lips.
Each step she took brought her closer to me, and with every heartbeat, I fell in love with her all over again.
At that moment, I knew—without question—that I was the luckiest man alive.
"Charlotte, my love..." My voice trembled slightly as I looked into her eyes, the woman who had changed everything for me.
