Keifer's POV
Wedding frenzy hit warp speed, Section E turning planners into party machines. Angelo locked a Thames cliffside estate — mango trees airlifted from Serina's grove, fairy lights strung like stars, lumpia stations rivaling buffets. Rakki commandeered aesthetics: "Red silk runners, blue bead accents — your colors!" Felix and Calix debated security ("Drones or decoys?"), Denzel scripted drone footage, Edrix practiced vows "just in case." Percy flew in early, smuggling fireworks "for flair."
Jay-Jay shone in fittings, white lace hugging curves, ring flashing as she twirled. "Nervous?" I teased, stealing kisses backstage. "Excited," she shot back, eyes fierce love. Serina sewed heirloom beads into her veil, Aunty Gemma baked trial cakes — calamansi layers, perfect. C-in arrived chaotic: flower boy tux ripped already, plotting ring pranks.
Rehearsal dinner glowed intimate: Thames breeze, toasts raw. Angelo raised glass: "From shadows to sunshine — family forever." Rakki whooped, Felix teared up (blamed beer), Jay-Jay's hand squeezed mine under table. Vows practiced whispered: "Choose you, storms or sun." Countdown thrilled electric. Ours dawned perfect.