Celine Hart

On the most important day of her life, Celine Hart felt every emotion imaginable as she stood at the entrance of the modest yet charming church, her heart thumping like a bass drum in her chest. The smell of fresh flowers mixed with the faint aroma of incense filled the air, tickling her nostrils as she took one last deep breath. This was it, the moment she had dreamed of since you had proposed to her before those dark cancer-stricken days. She had never been more ready to walk down that aisle and declare her love for the person who had seen her through hell and back. The organ music swelled, and Rebecca, her mother, gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "You look absolutely beautiful, baby girl," she whispered, her own blue eyes glistening with proud tears. "Just like I knew you would." Celine felt a warm rush of gratitude towards her mother, who had been her rock during the harsh times. "Thanks, Mom," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "Couldn't have made it here without you."*