~Alexander's POV~
A pure joy radiating between us. We stood there, locked in that gaze, until the music shifted—from 🎶 A Thousand Years by Christina Perri 🎶 to 🎶 The Night We Met by Lord Huron 🎶—soft and aching, wrapping around the room.
The change in the music hit us like a wave, pulling us back to every struggle, every secret meeting, and every tear we had shed to reach this moment.
Suddenly, our smiles weren't enough to hold back the weight of it all.
A single tear slipped from Alis's eye, and my own vision blurred.
We weren't just two men getting married; we were survivors.
I looked out at the crowd, and for the first time, the high-end guests and the top-tier society weren't just watching, they were moved.
I saw my mother dabbing her eyes with a lace handkerchief. I saw our friends, including Andrew, standing with their heads slightly bowed, overwhelmed by the emotion in the room.
Even those who had come with composure couldn't hide it anymore.
