By the time Willow returns to the reception, the room has settled into a warmer rhythm than the quiet formality of the afternoon. Late light filters through the tall windows in softened amber tones, and the candles placed along the tables burn steadily, their reflections scattered across glassware and polished silver. Conversation flows easily now, laughter rising and falling in comfortable waves that fill the space with the sound of celebration rather than ceremony.
The wedding planner moves discreetly among the guests, guiding the evening with quiet efficiency. A subtle gesture brings servers forward with fresh glasses. Another signals the musicians. Nothing interrupts the natural flow, yet everything unfolds with careful intention, as if the evening has its own quiet heartbeat.
Willow descends the last steps and pauses briefly before stepping fully into the reception.
