In a simple wedding room, precisely in a marriage department hall, Isabella stood beside Joe. The white dress she wore looked stunning, but her body appeared weak. A faint smile graced her beautiful face, but a sense of unease enveloped her heart.
What am I doing? I'm marrying him, yet I'm not even sure if I truly love him. He has provided evidence that we were once in a relationship, but why do I still have doubts? It feels like something is missing. She monologued in her heart, then glanced at Joe, who looked dashing and handsome in a gray suit.
"You're so beautiful," Joe murmured with a smile.
Isabella only gave a faint smile and turned back to face the priest, who was dressed in a black suit and holding a holy book.
"Do you, Joe Fernandez, take Isabella Quinn to be your lawful wedded wife, in good times and in bad?"
Joe glanced at Isabella, his smile growing wider with confidence. "I do," he answered firmly.
