Amala's eyes softened as she stood among the crowd, watching Lola take the altar with Atlas. Even with the children happily clinging to their father's legs, it did nothing to diminish the breathtaking image everyone was witnessing.
She studied the glowing smile plastered on Lola's face and finally let out a relieved sigh. There were traces of tears, yes—but she wasn't bawling. Instead, she was smiling like a fool, her eyes shimmering as if the entire universe lived in them.
What she was looking at wasn't just a dream come true. It felt more like… an answered prayer. And seeing Lola reach this point in her life—considering the version Amala had met all those years ago—was enough to sting her eyes.
"Goodness," she chuckled shallowly, arching a brow as she turned to her side with a teasing smirk. "Haji, are you crying?"
"Crying?" Haji scoffed, immediately rubbing his nose and sniffing. "Why would I cry? Is it my wedding?"
