Amelia Clarke glimpsed Grace Moreland gazing in this direction, her eyes no longer held any laughter, and calm beneath her eyes hid complex emotions.
Perhaps what cannot be obtained always leaves an unforgettable impression.
Emily Williams also noticed Grace Moreland's gaze, paused for a moment, and then got up and walked towards her. Amelia Clarke didn't know what the two talked about, only that she saw the smile gradually return to Grace's face, guessing that Emily was likely offering comforting words.
At eleven thirty, the wedding ceremony began.
The wedding venue was set amidst an endless sea of purple flowers. Lavender blooms best usually in July and August; by early October, the blooming period was nearing its end. Though not as stunning as the peak period, the vast stretches of purple were still pleasing to the eye.
A gust of wind swept through, lifting the bride's veil, akin to a thin cloud in the sky, light and ethereal.
