Charlotte's POV
The restaurant had been transformed into something out of a dream. It felt like stepping into a fairytale—soft lights twinkled from above like stars, casting a golden glow over every table, every smiling face. I couldn't imagine our wedding reception being held anywhere else. This place held history. It wasn't just a venue—it was a part of my husband's soul.
Here, in this very place, Jack began dreaming of becoming a chef. He poured his passion into these walls long before he ever met me. It was here he learned to believe in himself, and now, it was where we celebrated the beginning of our forever.
The fresh flowers delicately tied to each table caught the light, their soft fragrance dancing in the air. Every detail had been lovingly arranged—the wildflowers I adored, the soft linen drapes, the candles flickering gently in crystal holders. The lights strung along the ceiling created a canopy of stars, wrapping the room in warmth and wonder.
