𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

The villa looked like something pulled straight from a fairy tale, only more breathtaking - the kind of place that could make even the stars pause for a moment just to watch.

Villa Ramphueng stood in the middle of an emerald forest, hidden by towering trees that swayed gently in the soft wind, their leaves whispering secrets to the afternoon sun. The cobblestone path leading to the main hall was lined with white lilies and floating candles set in crystal bowls, their flames flickering like tiny wishes waiting to come true.

The air carried the faint scent of jasmine and roses, mingling with the cool freshness of the forest - sweet, intoxicating, and almost unreal. Everywhere the eye went, there was gold and white - a soft shimmer under the canopy of nature.

The wedding arch was built with ivory vines and golden roses, standing proud at the open-air garden where the ceremony would soon begin. Draped lights weaved through the branches above, ready to twinkle as the sun dipped down, while the long ivory carpet stretched all the way from the grand staircase to the altar - the path Nani would soon walk.

But while the outside looked serene and magical, the inside of the villa was the exact opposite - chaotic, loud, and hilarious.

The bride's suite, located on the top floor with a wide balcony overlooking the forest, was nothing short of a storm. Dresses, ribbons, shoes, and makeup brushes were everywhere. Perfume mist hung in the air, the faint sound of curling irons and frustrated sighs blending into one noisy orchestra of pre-wedding panic.

Right in the center of it all sat Nani, perfectly still - a quiet storm in a sea of chaos. He was seated in front of the massive golden-framed mirror, his white suit hugging his frame flawlessly. The material shimmered faintly under the warm light - elegant, sharp, and romantic all at once. His hair was styled to perfection, not a strand out of place, the delicate diamond brooch pinned at his collarbone glinting softly like a promise.

He looked... ethereal.Almost too perfect for this world.

Behind him, however, the chaos was nothing short of theatrical.

Est was in full meltdown mode.

"I swear this suit looked better on me yesterday!" Est groaned, staring at his reflection like it had betrayed him. "Why does it look weird now? Does it look weird? It looks weird, right?"

Sea sighed, trying to fix Est's tie for the third time. "You look perfect, Est. It's literally the same suit you loved two days ago."

"No, no, no, it's different! Maybe the lighting? Oh God, do I look too pale?!" Est fanned his face dramatically, ignoring how Sea was rolling his eyes but still adjusting his cuffs.

Sea himself looked stunning - his black suit tailored flawlessly to his lean frame, his usually messy hair neatly styled for once. "You look fine," he said with all the patience of a man about to lose it.

"Actually, you look expensive, so stop panicking."

Papa Book stood near the window, adjusting his cufflinks for the fifth time, mumbling to himself about looking "presentable enough to hand over his youngest son." His gold-rimmed glasses slid down his nose as he squinted at the mirror. "Where's my cologne? Est, stop pacing like a model on the runway, you're making me nervous."

"papa, you are nervous," Nani teased softly from his seat, finally speaking up.

Book shot him a quick look in the mirror - the kind that carried both pride and disbelief. "You're one to talk, Mister Calm. You've been staring at yourself for ten minutes."

Nani gave a small, almost shy smile. "I can't believe it's finally happening..." His voice softened, the usual playful tone melting away. "In a few minutes, I'll be walking down the aisle - with you, Dad - and Sky will be waiting for me at the end of it."

His gaze lingered on his reflection - the soft glow of the lights reflecting in his eyes. The white suit framed his body perfectly, emphasizing his elegant posture, his every feature glowing with quiet confidence. But beneath that calm, his heart was racing. He could feel it - the tremble of emotion rising in his chest.

Book walked over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You've come a long way, son. I've seen you fall, break, and rebuild yourself. If your grandmother could see you right now..." His voice cracked slightly before he quickly cleared his throat. "She'd be proud. So damn proud."

Nani blinked fast, trying to fight back the tears that dared to spill. "Don't make me cry, Papa. My makeup artist will murder you."

Book chuckled, brushing his thumb across Nani's cheek affectionately. "Fine, fine. But I'm warning you, I might cry when I hand you to that brat you call your husband."

That earned a soft laugh from Nani. "He's your brat too now, you know."

"God forbid," Book muttered, earning laughter from both Est and Sea.

Est finally flopped dramatically onto the couch. "Fine, fine, I'll stop complaining. But if I don't look hotter than Sea in the photos, I'm suing the lighting crew."

"You can try," Sea quipped, smirking. "But the camera loves me."

The teasing, the laughter, the soft chaos - it filled the air with something warm and real. Amidst all the sparkle and glamour, there was love in its truest form - loud, imperfect, and full of heart.

And in the middle of it all, Nani took one last look at his reflection, his hand brushing lightly against the white fabric of his suit.

It was finally happening.

In just a few minutes, he'd walk out of this room, down that glowing aisle, and into the arms of the man who had changed his life forever.

Nani-

Est-

Sea-

Book (papa)-

Force (Dad)