Sacred, dazzling, noble, elegant, breathtaking—this was Leona Grant's first impression.
He stood on the second floor of the church, quietly watching them through the one-way glass. They couldn't see him.
His eyes, shimmering with a gentle light, were fixed on her face, watching the corners of her mouth occasionally quirk into a smile. He felt that coming here was more than worth it, because he hadn't seen her so expressive in a long, long time...
But the voices from downstairs also reached his ears, every word crystal clear.
"Okay, Bride, a little smile. Rest your head on the groom's shoulder and give me a shy look... Mmm... yes..."
"Groom, cup the bride's face. Pose like you're about to lean in for a kiss—leave something to the imagination. Come on..."
"Great... Yes, just like that. That's the feeling. Let's get another one from a different angle..."
