June and Will were married on New Year’s Eve in a small chapel in the city. The church was lit only by candles as Edward walked his daughter proudly up the aisle. He handed her off to Will, shook his hand, and sat next to Bernie.
Grace was the matron of honor, Antonio the best man. A small group of family and friends sat in the audience and watched as two people who had loved each other their entire lives, two souls who were destined to be together, became one at long last. And when the groom kissed his bride, she felt the same butterflies in her stomach that she had the first time he kissed her. Except this time, she was paying attention.
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