Everard adjusted his black silk bow tie and flattened his slicked-back blonde hair.
His blue eyes landed on Elvira. "I hope you don't have any objections because I am going to wed you two as per wizard traditions," he said to her.
"Of course not. I have barely attended any witch and warlock wedding in my village to remember each step. I am fine getting married according to any traditions and customs as long as the groom is my Wivior," said Elvira, gazing lovingly into Wivior's eyes and swinging their locked hands.
"Splendid! I'm glad to know you're on board, as it was the only option," said Everard with an expression that screamed his indifference.
"Darling, we can include something from witch wedding customs if you explain it. I want our ceremony to be inclusive of both our cultures," Wivior spoke like the sweetheart he was.
