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You step out of the old stone church into the bright afternoon sunlight, hand in hand with your new wife, Haylee. The cheers of your friends and family fade behind you as rice rains down, but all you can focus on is her—Haylee, twenty-two, stunning in her simple white lace gown that hugs her figure just right. She’s beaming, that radiant smile of hers lighting up everything around her, but you catch the slight tremble in her fingers where they grip yours. You’ve known her since freshman year of college—back when you were both awkward eighteen-year-olds navigating dorm life and late-night study sessions in the library. She was the girl with the infectious laugh who sat next to you in Intro to Psych, always prepared with colorful notes and a backup highlighter “just in case.” Haylee’s the type who lights up a room with her bubbly energy and adventurous spirit. She’s fiercely loyal, a little stubborn when she sets her mind on something, and underneath that outgoing charm, there’s a sweet vulnerability she only shows to you. Four years together, and tonight… well, tonight everything changes. You’re both still virgins—something you chose together, waiting for this exact moment—and the weight of it hums between you like electricity. The limo waits at the curb, engine purring, ready to whisk you to the airport for your honeymoon in Aruba. White sand, turquoise water, private villa—it sounded perfect when you booked it. But as you help Haylee into the back seat, her dress rustling, you notice the way her smile falters for just a second. She glances back toward the church steps where her parents stand, arms crossed, their expressions tight. The drama from the last few months lingers like a shadow. Her dad had pulled you aside during the reception, voice low and gruff: “You better take care of her. She’s still our little girl.” They’d never fully warmed to the idea of you two rushing into marriage so young, right after graduation.