56. Wedding

On the day of our wedding, the sky was brilliant and clear, as if to bestow its own blessings on us.

I sat in front of the dresser, dressed entirely in white, and pondered for a few moments.

As a result, getting dressed and presentable took a long time for me and the maids.

I was alone in my chamber, waiting for the right moment, when I heard a knock at the door, and Azazel came in.

As our gazes connected, he stood there, stuck in place the minute he walked into the room.

For the wedding, he wore a magnificent white tuxedo that looked great on him.

His gorgeous golden hair was carefully slicked back, and he appeared to be fully prepared.

"Hello Azazel, you're looking really handsome today." 

When I smiled at him, his cheeks reddened as I had predicted.

"Y-you're beautiful, I mean, you're usually stunning and wonderful, but you look particularly exquisite in your wedding gown—"

I laughed as I heard his a