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epfather. It was a small wedding, as my mom had chosen a small church and selected only a few close friends to attend. I didn't invite anyone myse

desmaid should. She paused and turned to me, tears strea

ss, not mine," I reassured her, noticing she wasn't herse

nything ruin it." I forced a smile to ease her nerves, and it seemed to work. She hugged me tightly and whispered, "I l

d see how nervous she was. She wasn't comfortable walking alone in the middle of a crowd. She gl

er. She held her bridal bouquet tightly with both hands, summoning courage to face the crowd. Despite her nerves, she

to attend. He hadn't initially agreed to the wedding, just like me, but I had begged him to come, even if he arrived late, which he did. My mom

ed facial expression gave the impression that he was ready to handle the occasion with poise and confid

hile Grandpa and I stood outside the

morning to join this man and this woman

th joy to see the radiant smile on my mom's face. She was genuinely happy to be with him, and there

rimony, to love her, honour her, comfort her, and keep her in sickness and in healt

Logan

husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, honour him, comfort him, and kee

he returned the smile befo

and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health,

e and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in h

nge the rings," th

ar him mutter to my mother, "

best man, whatever you call him!" My mother whispered back. People notice th

heard a deep, familiar voice say, followed b

rings. The tuxedo was tailored to fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and slim waist. He looked stylishly hand

ached the altar, my eyes widened when I recognized him

was the fact that he add

at means... I can't bring mys

here? Someone wake me up