Chapter 290: Catching the Bouquet

**Thelma Zane’s POV** The moonlight bathed Avril’s face, casting a soft glow that made her seem as if she had been sculpted from the finest alabaster, an angel fashioned by the hands of the God of Forging himself. Her beauty was ethereal, so pure and otherworldly that it felt as though the very stars in the sky had decided to shine a little brighter just for her. I stood behind her, carefully holding her wedding dress to ensure it stayed in place. The fragrant bouquet in my hands seemed almost too delicate, too perfect for this moment of joy and love. As I adjusted her veil, I asked in a quiet voice, "Are you still nervous?" Avril turned to me, her smile wide and radiant, as she replied with a calm assurance, "At a time like this, it's hard to be nervous. I've already spent the entire day worrying about everything—what I should wear, how I should act, if everything was perfect. Now, all I feel is happiness." The girls around her cheered, their excitement infectious, and I c