I'm ready, Gabriel

Gabriel lifted Amelie's veil, revealing the radiant face he'd longed to see. His eyes softened as he caught the shimmer of tears clinging to her lashes. Gently, he brushed them away with his thumb before cradling her face in his hands.

"Why are you crying?" he whispered tenderly. "This is a moment of happiness."

"I'm not crying," Amelie murmured in a trembling voice.

As Gabriel leaned in, her eyes fluttered closed, and their lips met shortly. Still clutching her bouquet, her hands instinctively slid around the back of his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss.

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the hall, echoing with joy. Mabel clapped politely, a strained smile gracing her lips. She was the only one, who wasn't happy with their reunion.

Their kiss slowed before they finally pulled apart. A hue of red bloomed across Amelie's cheeks as Gabriel stole another soft kiss, and the couple embraced, locking the moment into memory.