"BLONDE LIKE HONEY"

The big day had arrived, and the world around Aurora seemed to be enveloped in an aura of magic and expectation. The London sky, usually grey and melancholic, was clearer than ever, reflecting the joy that lingered in the air. Aurora and Max were about to experience the most grand moment of their lives, a celebration that not only united their souls but also reflected all the love and dedication they had put into their journey. The wedding she had planned would be an event immortalised in everyone's hearts, and she was determined to meet their expectations, no matter how high they were.

Aurora had a clear vision for her wedding: it had to be both grand and accessible, reserved and public, private and universal. The desire to make this event unforgettable was fuelled by her wish to share her happiness with the world, something as grand as the love she shared with Max. Their destiny was no longer just a bond of souls but a message to the people, a symbol of unity, love without boundaries, without distance.

The wedding was to take place at Westminster Abbey, one of London's oldest and most renowned cathedrals, famous for hosting royal weddings and other historic events. Although the location itself was a symbol of greatness and tradition, Aurora wanted more. She desired that the event be a true celebration of the people, something that united the classes, something accessible to the common Londoners who had admired her story and journey, who had followed her since her first days in the country. The wedding should somehow belong to them as well.

And so, the ceremony was planned so that the cathedral doors would be open to the public. Any citizen of London could enter, watch the wedding, and witness the union of Aurora and Max. The streets around the cathedral were filled with a joyful and colourful crowd, buzzing with excitement. The atmosphere was electric, as if the entire city was holding its breath in anticipation.

Aurora's heart swelled as she entered the cathedral with her father by her side. She had imagined this moment countless times, but seeing it finally come to life was overwhelming. Max, standing at the altar, looked at her with eyes full of admiration and love. As she walked down the aisle, the music filled the air, and the gaze of every person in the cathedral seemed to focus solely on her. She was radiant, dressed in a gown made of delicate lace and satin, her hair styled in an elegant updo adorned with small white flowers.

Max stood there, dressed in his impeccable suit, his eyes fixed on her as she approached. His heart raced in his chest, and a smile of pure happiness lit up his face. The moment she reached him, he took her hand, and the world around them seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them standing in the midst of their vows. 

As they exchanged their vows, the audience remained silent, witnessing a love that was deep, pure, and unwavering. The air was thick with emotion, and even those who were not familiar with the couple could feel the power of their connection. It was a wedding for the people, and it felt as though every citizen of London was sharing in the joy of the occasion.

The ceremony was filled with traditional elements, yet there was something distinctly modern about it. Aurora's dream had come true, and the world could see it. Their union was no longer just a personal matter but a public celebration of love, one that would go down in history. As they sealed their vows with a kiss, the cathedral erupted in applause, and Aurora and Max shared a moment of pure bliss, surrounded by the people who had supported them throughout their journey.

After the public ceremony, the celebrations continued in a grand manner, but this time, it was a more intimate affair. The exclusive reception for royalty, princes, counts, and high nobility was to take place in a majestic palace, one that had been reserved for such an extraordinary occasion. Here, the world of grandeur, elegance, and tradition met once again. The most distinguished guests from all corners of the globe had gathered to share in the happiness of the newlyweds.

The entrance was lined with pillars of marble, and soft golden lights illuminated the vast hall, where guests were welcomed by impeccable waiters serving exquisite delicacies. In one corner, a grand orchestra played classical music, filling the air with elegance. The atmosphere was one of opulence, and every detail had been carefully curated to create a sense of grandeur worthy of royalty.

Aurora and Max made their entrance, once again the centre of attention, but this time in a more intimate setting. They were greeted with warm applause, and the applause continued as the couple made their way to the grand table where they would sit. Their eyes met, full of love, and a soft smile exchanged between them spoke volumes.

The guests, ranging from kings and queens to princes and noblemen, were all enchanted by the event. There were speeches made in honour of the couple, recounting their remarkable journey, and how Aurora had captured the hearts of the people not just for her beauty, but for her strength, wisdom, and compassion. Max, too, was praised for his integrity and his devotion to Aurora.

The grand banquet continued late into the evening, with laughter, music, and a sense of timelessness that made it feel as though the night would never end. Aurora was the queen of the evening, glowing with happiness as she danced with Max, her love, her partner, her best friend. The royal guests mingled, talking among themselves, but there was no doubt that the real stars of the evening were the bride and groom.

As the evening progressed, a sense of intimacy began to take over. The more private guests, those closest to Aurora and Max, gathered around them to share in this special moment. There was a sense of warmth, of love, that filled the room. The grandeur of the palace was still present, but it no longer felt cold or distant. It was a place where bonds were strengthened, where people came together to celebrate love and unity.

For Aurora and Max, this wedding was not just about one day. It was a promise of forever, a commitment to build their lives together. It was the start of something beautiful, something that would transcend time. They had already built their lives on trust, on love, and this wedding was the public declaration of that love.

When the first light of dawn began to break, casting a soft glow over the palace, the party slowly came to an end. Guests began to depart, some with tears in their eyes, others with smiles on their faces, all moved by the love they had witnessed. The night had been magical, but for Aurora and Max, the real celebration was just beginning.

They made their way to their suite, hand in hand, exhausted but filled with a deep sense of gratitude. As they entered the room, they shared a quiet moment, sitting together on the edge of the bed, gazing at each other with nothing but love in their hearts. Words were unnecessary, for they both knew that this was just the beginning of their incredible journey together.

Max kissed her softly and, with a smile, said:

- "Let's write our own story now, my love."

Aurora smiled back, her eyes sparkling with the promise of a future filled with love, adventure, and happiness. The wedding day was over, but the real celebration was only just beginning.