Olivia, now clad in her bridal gown, steps out slowly.
Daniel Marshall, like a man bewitched, finds his eyes, dark as obsidian, unable to escape Olivia Jenkins' allure.
Helplessly, the edges of Daniel's mouth perk up ever so slightly, outlining a perfect curvature, like the warm, gentle glow of winter sunshine.
Without a doubt, Olivia Jenkins is indeed a beauty, a beauty one cannot ignore.
Whether it's a blink, a courtesy, a faint smile, or even a single breath, Olivia's charm is flawless and irresistible.
Olivia Jenkins is a radiant figure, she instantly becomes the focus wherever she exists.
Standing in front of Daniel, Olivia tilts her head slightly, her luminous eyes gleaming with a touch of playfulness as she looks at him.
"Husband!"
"Wife, you're so beautiful! I feel like I'm dunked in a sea of brandy, dizzily intoxicated. This can't be a dream, can it?"
Olivia Jenkins grabs Daniel Marshall's hand.
