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The ceremony began at sunset. We exchanged handwritten vows under the same arch where my sister once stood, but instead of grandeur, there was intimacy — laughter, quiet tears, and heartfelt joy that didn’t need an audience.
Beauty in Simplicity
Perhaps for the first time, she saw that joy doesn’t come from chandeliers or champagne. It comes from connection. From people who show up because they love you, not because they’re impressed.
There was no grand band, no choreographed dance. Just a local musician strumming an acoustic guitar, friends singing softly, and the warm hum of genuine happiness.
By the time the night ended, no one cared that the table linens weren’t imported or that the food was homemade. Everyone felt something real.
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