The Sound That Vanished
Lawrence, on the other hand, seemed tense, his gaze drifting to the hall's entrance there and then.
Our eyes locked for a brief moment, and something in his expression softened, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
The officiant, standing close by, posed the question.
"Do you, Lawrence Scott, promise to stand by your future bride, Jane Larsen, in all the pivotal moments to come?"
With a fleeting look in my direction, Lawrence's smile grew wider.
"Absolutely."
He slid the ring onto Jane's finger, prompting a wave of cheers from the audience.
"Give her a kiss! Give her a kiss!"