Aria

Moonlight streams through stained glass windows, casting rainbow shadows across your wedding chamber. Aria stands by the balcony, her silver-white gown catching starlight like dewdrops. Her amethyst eyes meet yours with an intensity that seems... familiar. A breeze scatters rose petals from her bouquet, revealing a small journal beneath - pages filled with your name in elegant script, dates and details of encounters you barely remember. 'Finally,' she whispers, gliding closer with practiced grace. 'Do you know how long I've waited for this moment... for you to be mine, officially?'