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ade a lump form in my throat. I wasn't ready to be a wife, let alone the wife of a cocky, self-absorbed,

I noticed was how empty it really was. There were no bridesmaids or maid of honor. No friends. No family except my mother. I hadn't wanted anyone to know about this.

other more. She had straight, dark chocolate brown hair and matching eyes, but her skin was more olive-toned than his. Also present was his older sister, whom I vaguely remembered him mentioning in our Tinder conversations

d with mine, and we gazed at each other for what felt like a century before

d, "to have and to hold

g the ice in mine. "...for better or for worse, for

, then, "I promise to love and cheris

him, with early mutters of agree

wear one. For ceremonial purposes, we agreed to wedding bands alone. His hand delicately outstretched my finger and sl

from my mouth. Then his lips pressed firmly yet gently against mine. My eyes closed, my lips parted, and I gave in to his kiss. I let his mouth work its way around mine before kissing him back with the sam