"By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest concluded, his voice resonating through the elegantly decorated hall.
Mr. Gavin, the groom, moved closer with an air of excitement. He wore a finely tailored suit that accentuated his tall frame, and his hair was styled impeccably, adding to the charm of the moment.
Doris, the bride, stood gracefully in her white dress, which wasn't overly extravagant yet radiated beauty—making her the centerpiece of the day.
As Gavin gently lifted her veil, he leaned in for a tender, soft kiss that felt like a promise of love, drawing cheers and applause from the eager congregation.
This day, a momentous occasion in our lives, marked my mother's second marriage, and as she waved at us from the altar, a wave of joy swelled in my heart.
