The groom
His dark suit was perfectly tailored, his boutonniere a mirror of the roses in Julia’s bouquet. He couldn’t stop smiling as he waited for his brides arrival. “You’re a lucky man,” his best man said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Julia’s a keeper.” Ethan agreed fully, his voice warm with affection. He glanced at his watch, eager for the ceremony to begin. The photographer who was just at Julia’s room now also joined the men in the main chapel.
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