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"In the Name of Love"

A large ballroom was a flurry of activity, with clusters of floral arrangements, linen samples, and candle holders scattered across the tables, each item carefully scrutinized by the bride-to-be. Aurélia was beside her, holding a clipboard, her eyes darting between the bride and the various décor swatches spread out before them.

Lydia paced a bit, her eyes darting nervously from one sample to the next. “Do you really think these gold accents will work?” she asked, nervously smoothing the hem of her dress, the soft blush of satin brushing the floor. “I feel like it might clash with the roses.”

Aurélia paused, looking up from her clipboard with a reassuring smile. “Trust me, Lydia. These gold accents will bring out the richness in the blush roses. It’s all about balance. Gold and blush are a timeless pairing—elegant, but not overpowering. It’ll look gorgeous, I promise.”

Every single one was the same. Turning into giant ball of nerve over some event that’s supposed to be about celebrating love, how they should be so beautiful, that they aren't ready to decide on anything at all.

She had spent a long time thinking about love, trying to understand it, and over the years, she had come to realize something: almost everything said about love was true, even if it didn’t always make sense. People said the course of true love never did run smooth. It was a simple enough idea, yet profoundly accurate. In her own experience, smoothness was something no one in her family had never known when it came to love. Her cousin Blair was irrevocably in love with her ex and her other cousin Noah was another story. And she… well, she had no idea at all. Still, she couldn't help but believe that others, with all their so broad wisdom, had understood something about love that she hadn’t quite grasped yet.