Liana, Gloria, and Felicia just exhaled and shook their heads in unison.
"Nothing, Mimi. You'll know soon enough, too."
"Nya? Really?" Mimi tilted her head, her tail swaying gently behind her.
Just as Liana was about to continue, the soft, elegant strains of the wedding processional began to fill the courtyard. A gentle, melodic blend of strings and ethereal choir voices swelled, signaling the start of the ceremony.
Liana and the others rose gracefully to their feet, while Javier carefully cradled both of his little sisters, who were now fast asleep against his chest, their heads nestled comfortably in the crook of his arms.
At the far end of the flower-lined aisle, Marcellus stood waiting at the altar, his expression a mix of pride and tender anticipation. Cedric stood beside him, and a few steps over, Heres waited, his posture straight but his eyes soft.
From the arched garden entrance, the brides appeared.
