Chapter 35

On the morning of her wedding day, Chloe stood before the full-length mirror, her heart aflutter with nervous excitement. She wore a black wedding dress that seemed to be woven from the darkest shadows yet shimmered with an ethereal glow under the soft morning light. The dress hugged her slender frame like a second skin, its fabric a delicate blend of silk and lace.

The bodice of the dress was adorned with intricate lace patterns reminiscent of delicate spiderwebs spun by moonlight. Each thread seemed to catch the light in a different way, creating an illusion of depth and mystery. The neckline dipped daringly low, accentuating Chloe’s collarbones and drawing attention to the graceful curve of her neck.

From the waist, the dress flowed into a full skirt that billowed around her like a cloud of midnight smoke. Layers of tulle and chiffon cascaded in gentle waves, pooling at her feet in a pool of darkness. With each step she took, the skirt whispered against the floor, a s