Her face looked lovely behind the sheer white veil, like an angel floating in the mist of a glowing halo.
Her eyes were gleaming as she looked up at him, her beautiful blue eyes that had captivated his soul for a long time. Tristan felt a sharp twinge in his chest.
He had showed up here to marry her, he had showed up because he wasn't willing to abandon her or cause her any form of humiliation. However seeing her in this moment, the solemn vows she took softly, the words of promise to be with him for the rest of their lives, an emotion foreign to him swelled in his heart.
Her dressed in an angelic white dress, standing there... she was waiting for him, waiting to be his bride. His hazel eyes glimmered and he raised his head slightly turning to the side to conceal his emotions.
"You may now all, kiss your brides." The priest's words entered his ears.
