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The night was still, the air full of anticipation and quiet excitement.
She lay there under the soft light of the moon, wrapped in soft silk and a hint of veil that fell gently over her face like the last traces of the day.
It was the evening before the promise, before the day on which she and her lover would tie the bond of eternity.
Her thoughts drifted into the night, into a future full of undiscovered adventures.
She dreamed of their wedding night – a moment that belonged only to them, where time and space disappeared and only the two of them existed.
Her fingers slid over the fine fabric of her dress, as if she could already feel the warm breath and gentle touches that awaited her.
In this moment of calm, the world was full of possibilities.
The wedding was imminent, but it was the wedding night she was dreaming of – full of love, tender devotion and a silent promise that only the night could carry.
