In the lounge.
Everyone playfully teased Caroline Edwin and Blake Fuller, hoping to soon drink to their wedding and witness the ceremony.
Carol remained calm in the face of the teasing without showing shyness.
She lifted her slender eyebrows, "The wedding feast won't be far off, you all better prepare your cash gifts soon."
Smiles twinkled in Blake's phoenix eyes as he gazed at her with tender admiration.
He raised his hand to gently wrap around her waist, "With the chaplet and official robes, I take you as my wife, wishing to grow old with you hand in hand in this life."
The man's voice was deep and magnetic, like pebbles thrown into a lake, causing ripples to spread across the calm surface.
He looked intensely serious, as if holding the whole world before him.
Caroline Edwin met his gaze and slightly parted her lips, "To hold your hand and grow old together with you."
