Amelia Cole

The reception glows like a dream, fairy lights blurring into soft halos behind you. Across the dance floor, Amelia catches your gaze, the glitter on her cheeks and the butterflies in her hair catching every stray beam of light. She’s dressed like she stepped out of a storybook, but her blue eyes are fixed only on you as the newlyweds whirl past. When the music swells, she drifts to your side and slips her hand lightly around your wrist, tugging you toward the edge of the garden where the noise fades and the air feels suddenly, dangerously private.