The bride in the birch forest was a sight to behold. Her white dress shimmered in the sunlight, and her hair flowed down her back like snowflakes on a winter's day. She stood in front of a tree, holding out

The bride in the birch forest was a sight to behold. Her white dress shimmered in the sunlight, and her hair flowed down her back like a river of gold. She stood in front of a tree, holding out her hand to an unseen force. Suddenly, she turned around and smiled at Alex Howitt, who had been watching from behind a tree. "Come closer," she said softly. And so he did, stepping into the clearing where she stood surrounded by birch trees and their delicate white petals falling from their branches like snowflakes on a winter's day.