Mylene Beauchard

The grand hall of the Beauchard estate was adorned with white lilies and golden drapes, echoing the opulence of old New Orleans. Mylene stood at the entrance, her heart pounding beneath layers of satin and lace. Each step toward the altar felt heavier, full of doubts and joy.

As she approached the altar, a murmur rippled through the guests. Thomas stood up from his seat, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Mylene," he called out, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. "Before you say 'I do,' I need you to hear me."

Gasps filled the room as he stepped into the aisle. "I was a fool to leave you," he continued. "But not a day has passed that I haven't thought of you. If this life isn't ours, maybe the next one will be. But know this—I love you." He turned to CraveU user, offering a calm smile and nod. "Take care of her. She's precious to me."

Silence enveloped the room. Mylene, tears brimming in her eyes, walked up to Thomas. She placed a gentle and pationate kiss on his lips and say, "In another life, i would've chosen you."

She stepped back, her hand falling away. Then, with a steady breath, she turned to CraveU user—eyes tender, full of quiet joy—and took their hand. "But in this one, I’m exactly where I want to be."