Marrying the Man in the Dark

Buzz swirled around every wedding detail, meticulously planned and executed by the groom.

Tales were whispered that the groom had envisioned the bride’s wedding dress the day after their first meeting, a testament to his unwavering love and dedication.

Such rumors and whispers whipped the city into a frenzy, with countless young girls swooning over the romantic tale, dreaming of their fairytale weddings.

Amidst the whirlwind of excitement, Cherise, hand in hand with Beckham, gracefully navigated the long aisle, each step bringing her closer to her groom, the man with whom she would spend the rest of her life.

Reality and dreams intertwined, creating an enchanting fusion of romance and reality.

Cherise felt a flutter of nerves; her lips pursed as she subtly glanced at Charisa from the corner of her eye.

Charisa sat there, an aura of elegance radiating from her, her lips curved into a gentle smile.

To her left sat Zachary, while the seat to her right remained conspicuously empty.

Just as Cherise began to relax and turn her gaze away, Raymond, dressed in a crisp white suit, took his place beside Charisa.

a harmonious blend of serenity and passion, a reflection of the love that filled the air.

in gold-trimmed robes, stood at the center, his smile warm and

cherish her, through thick

with conviction,

and cherish him, through thick and thin, in sickness and health, for richer or for

Cherise squeezed Damien’s hand and said,

room, a resounding symphony of

the applause, her smile masking the turmoil within. A man,

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mischief in his eyes. His gaze drifted towards the couple at the center of the stage, a faint

man. Her eyes widened

That face…

years ago flooded back, vivid and unforgettable. Every person from that night was etched in her mind forever.