The full moon hung directly overhead like a silver spotlight, casting everything in soft, ethereal light.
I stood at the edge of the Silver Creek gardens, watching the most impossible scene unfold in front of me. Hundreds of people—supernatural beings from across six continents—were seated in perfect concentric circles around an altar that looked like something from a fairy tale. White silk pavilions fluttered in the gentle evening breeze. Thousands of white roses created pathways between the seating areas. String lights wove through ancient oak trees, creating a canopy of stars above stars.
"You ready for this?" Madison asked, adjusting my veil one final time. She looked stunning in deep blue silk, her maid of honor dress perfectly complementing the ethereal theme Elena had somehow managed to pull together in less than two weeks.
