As the cathedral doors opened, the wedding march filled the air. I felt my grandfather’s arm steady under my hand as we paused at the entrance. The scene before me took my breath away.
The aisle stretched forward, lined with white rose petals and soft candles glowing in glass holders. Above, thousands of tiny lights hung like stars from the cathedral ceiling, casting a magical glow over everyone.
I had seen the cathedral before during the rehearsals and set-up, but back then, it didn’t look as magical as it did right now.
At the end of the aisle, there they stood—my three grooms, waiting at the altar.
Lucas was in the center, his posture perfect in his black tuxedo, green eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip. To his right stood Liam, a warm smile spreading across his face, eyes shining with unshed tears. And to Lucas’s left was Levi, practically bouncing with excitement, his signature grin making me feel lighter than air.
