Oliver & Lily

On a warm summer morning, when the air smelled of wildflowers and sun-warmed linen, the two little mice stood hand in paw, ready to be married.
Oliver Mouse wore his favorite pink waistcoat, carefully stitched just for the occasion, with a tiny bow tie he had practiced tying for days. He was nervous but proud, whiskers twitching as he glanced at his bride. Lily Mouse floated beside him in a soft yellow dress, light as a summer breeze, trimmed with lace that reminded her of morning dew. A delicate veil rested between her ears, and her eyes shone brighter than the sun outside.
They had met long ago in the attic of an old house, where forgotten treasures whispered stories and dust motes danced like stars. Oliver had offered Lily a crumb of shortbread, and from that moment on, they shared everything: moonlit walks along lace tablecloths, quiet afternoons listening to the house creak and sigh, and dreams of a life filled with kindness and tea crumbs.
Their wedding was simple and perfect. The flowers were borrowed from the garden below, the music came from the hum of summer insects, and their guests were birds, beetles, and a very proud ladybug who served as witness.
As they promised to care for one another through every season, a warm breeze lifted Lily’s veil and carried laughter through the room. Summer wrapped them in its golden light, and everyone knew this was only the beginning.