Tuberose
he begins, his voice steady and filled with conviction, "take you, Abigail, to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."
My heart swells with emotion as it's my turn. "I, Abigail," I say, my voice unwavering, "take you, Michael, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."
Finally, the priest grants us the moment we've been waiting for. "You may now kiss the bride."
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