The church was glowing. Sunlight poured through the stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic reflections on the marble aisle. A soft chorus hummed in the background. Every pew was filled friends, family, old neighbors all gathered for one reason: to witness the union of Naomi Bennett and Christopher Wallace.
Naomi stood at the altar, radiant in white. Her smile was real. Her hands trembled only slightly as she reached for Christopher’s. And when she looked into his eyes, she saw the man she loved. The man who had made her laugh during her hardest days, who brought her coffee every morning without asking, who once wrote her a poem on a napkin because he didn’t have paper. Today was supposed to be the start of forever.
Father Malcolm O’Reilly stood before them, hands raised gently, his face solemn but kind. A priest with over 30 years of weddings behind him. He had seen it all. Nervous grooms, fainting bridesmaids, runaway flower girls. But today felt…..Read Full Story Here…………………….
