After that, I walked out and sat in the car waiting for her.
Fifteen minutes passed before the person I was waiting for finally showed up.
We parked by the road next to the church, and I noticed the bright green grass around it.
Marcus was clearly visible from the window, and I could see him with his hair combed back. He was all dressed up and was holding on to the corsage, waiting for his bride’s appearance.
Before I stepped out of the car, I rolled down the window so that Marcus could get a proper look at my face before closing the window again. I picked up the red veil next to me and turned back.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
The entire way here, Camelia was so nervous she had resorted to playing with her fingers relentlessly. Only when I called her name did she realize that we had arrived. She looked out of the window at Marcus, and she started almost hyperventilating.
“What if we get noticed? He could die at any second with this illness of his,” Camelia murmured to herself. She began to pinch and pluck at the fabric over her legs, nearly digging her nails into her thighs.
I took a deep breath. I was feeling as doubtful as she was, but at this point, it had to be done. “Just like you said, he could leave at any moment. Are you really willing for that to happen without an official marriage?”
Would she be willing?
After so many years of her feelings getting stepped on and all the physical and emotional torment she went through, how could she be willing for that to all go to waste?
I knew that Camelia had known her answer since the very second she put on the dress.
She only hesitated for another second before looking up at me determinedly. Then, she changed seats with me and put on the red veil. After opening the door, she naturally reached a hand out to Marcus and stood calmly with his support.
Marcus gently held her hand as if she were a fragile fairy. The corners of his eyes were angled upward in a bright smile, and the light that had once disappeared from his gaze finally shone brightly again.
They walked down the aisle hand in hand. The pebbled path before them resembled their own lives that had come together.
He was finally getting married to the person he loved, and so was she.
The moment Marcus and Camelia stepped into the church, my job was finally done. I heaved a sigh of relief before turning on the tablet in the car.
We had stationed cameras throughout the church so that we could stream the wedding live.
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