To have and to hold, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” The reverend paused, looking expectantly at Charlotte. His white robes seemed to glow in the rays of the late-afternoon sun, which poured through the stained-glass windows of the church, coloring everything and everyone at the wedding ceremony in a warm, almost magical light. I sat three rows back from the front pew with George, who was taking photos with her phone and sniffling. When I stole a look at her, she quickly wiped at her eyes and snapped, “What? It’s allergies.” I chuckled to myself and turned back to the ceremony. Bess was standing at the front with the other bridesmaids, looking perfectly lovely in a peach-colored gown and clutching a bouquet of white roses. Luckily, Charlotte had been able to correct the flower order just in time. All around me, every seat in the entire church was filled, but the whole place was silent as we all waited for Charlotte’s answer.
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