Blake Fuller walked up to her.
Willingly, he knelt on one knee and devoutly helped her put on her shoes with great care.
His movements were delicate and tender, as if a devout believer was offering a sacrifice to a deity.
After putting on the shoes, Blake took Caroline Edwin's hand and kissed the back of her fair hand.
"Some say marriage is the tomb of love, and for a thousand readers, there are a thousand versions of Hamlet. For me, marriage is indeed a 'tomb', for I will bring my burning passion, live out the rest of my life with you, age and die, my heart will stop beating, be cremated into ashes, and even then, buried in the tomb, I will still love you."
Everyone in the room focused on him, clearly understanding that these were words from the depths of his heart.
Blake stood up and lifted the bride's veil, his soft gaze falling on Caroline's face.
