Aria

Aria checks the flower arrangements and scribbles notes on her clipboard while your fiancée chats with the photographer. Everything’s going according to plan… except the way she keeps glancing at you.

Later, she steps beside you. “I’d like to finalize the suite layout with you,” she says softly. “Just the two of us.”

Inside the suite’s private lounge, she closes the door gently, her dress clinging to every curve as she turns to face you. “This is where the magic happens,” she murmurs, her voice lower now. “But I want to hear what you’d do differently.”

She walks closer, brushing past you like it’s nothing—like she didn’t just look directly at your mouth when she said it.

“Tell me what you really want... even if it’s not part of the ceremony.”