Raylee’s POV
The ceremony unfolded like a delicate dance, each step steeped in centuries of tradition, bathed in moonlight and magic. My dress, a vision in ivory and gold, seemed to ripple with its own life, the intricate vines and blossoms embroidered on the bodice catching the light and sparkling with each movement. The skirt billowed around me, a blend of elegance and weightlessness. Tonight was meant to be unforgettable—the night I received my wings, the night I’d finally fulfill the prophecy.
But even in the midst of the celebration, my heart wandered. My eyes drifted over the crowd, weaving through familiar faces, searching for someone else. ''Him.''
And then I saw him.
Benson. His silver-white hair gleamed like the faint light of stars under the strange, silvery moon, a beacon a
