#Chapter 77: Redo

Elara The music was soft and sweet, drifting lazily over the twinkling lights strung across the open-air pavilion. Everything felt golden—the warm glow of lanterns, the hum of conversation over glasses of bubbly champagne, the faint crackle of the bonfire flickering in the distance. But none of it compared to the way Alaric’s hand felt against the small of my back, guiding me across the dance floor with a quiet kind of certainty that made my heart ache in the best way. I let my head rest against his chest, breathing him in. “You’re being awfully quiet,” Alaric murmured, his lips brushing the top of my ear as he spoke. “Just taking it all in.” He hummed softly, the vibration of it settling somewhere deep in my chest. “Satisfied with how everything turned out?” I tipped my head back just enough to catch the flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Satisfied feels like an understatement,” I replied with a tiny smirk of my own. Somehow, this second weddin