A year later, I got married in Merovia. ZIt was a small wedding, held in a little chapel on the outskirts of the city, tucked among rows of hydrangeas.I stood there in my tuxedo, standing across from the woman who'd been by my side every day, sharing everything from grocery runs to quiet walks.Her palms were sweaty from nerves, and her voice shook when she said, "I do."I smiled and said, "I do too."As we exchanged rings, a sudden breeze blew in through the window.The hydrangeas swayed gently in the breeze. I instinctively glanced toward the door, but there was no one there.There weren't many guests, just a few coworkers from Merovia. No one whooped or cheered. No one was tossing flower petals into the air. It was quiet and simple, much like the two of us.I looked down at the simple band on my finger, and surprisingly, my heart felt full. It turned out that one didn't need the whole world's attention to be happy. Only later did I find out that Laura had shown up that d
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