Waylen's discerning eye settled upon a gown, a delicate masterpiece adorned with emerald gems.

Rena's transformation was breathtaking, a metamorphosis she had never experienced.

She turned to him, a whisper of nervousness in her voice.

“Waylen, my heart races."

Waylen's touch traced her cheek, his lips brushing against hers. His gaze was a testament to his love, his words imbued with sincerity.