A wedding bathed in golden twilight. The sun dipped behind the rolling Tuscan hills, casting a honeyed glow over the centuries-old villa, where vines clung to stone walls like whispers of the past.
A wedding bathed in golden twilight. The sun dipped behind the rolling Tuscan hills, casting a honeyed glow over the centuries-old villa, where vines clung to stone walls like whispers of the past. Candlelight flickered as if moved by something more than wind—perhaps the breath of memory itself. Then came the music. A hush fell…