Mila didn't know how many times she'd flashed her smile to the camera that her cheeks now hurt so bad. A lot of pictures had been taken, yet they weren't done.
"Look at the camera, please."
Mila raised her face and gave the usual smile before the flash went off, and without knowing, she sighed.
"Alright, the last picture will be the groom and bride alone. Others, please give them a little space. Thank you."
Grandpa Alvaro turned to the rest of the family. "We will now move to the reception venue. It's a private party for only family members."
Andreas took a step closer to his father, hoping to look useful. "Dad, maybe we should have invited more since the media would like to see how we hold a wedding, like you did for me and Clara."
Alvaro glanced at his son and sighed. "And see how the marriage turned out."