75. The Wedding
Author: Kayysemiu023
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Around five minutes past eleven, the guests had all arrived as well as the reporters. Everyone had taken their places and were all awaiting the start of the ceremony.

Van had taken his place at the aisle with his best man standing tall and proud next to him.

His mother was seated in the front row with a soft smile as she watched him. She was putting on a peach color dress befitting for the groom's mother and Van was surprised when he noticed that Grace was putting on the same dress.

He didn't think she was going to attend but she walled in few minutes ago and went to sit next to his mother. Even though they hadn't fully settled their dispute, Van was glad she decided to show up.

The room was completely quiet except for the occasional murmurs among the guests.

Minutes passed and the priest walked in and announced the start of the program. "Please let us all stand for the bride." He said, his voice coming off as frail and gentle, probably due to his old age.

The guests did as they
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