Chapter 9 - Mia Runs From The Chapel
The wedding ceremony resumed with a renewed sense of peace and emotional clarity that touched everyone in the audience. When Pastor Daniel asked the traditional question, “Who gives this woman to be married?”, Mia stepped forward without hesitation.
“I do,” she said clearly, her voice steady and filled with a warmth I had rarely heard from her in all my life. She handed my bouquet back to Jenna with a genuine smile, stepping into her rightful place as my supportive maid of honor’s unofficial helper.
As Owen and I exchanged our vows and slipped platinum bands onto each other’s fingers, I saw tears of joy in my sister’s eyes. There was no bitterness left in her expression, only a profound, quiet relief that she no longer had to wear the mask of perfection.
When the pastor finally pronounced us husband and wife, the entire chapel erupted into thunderous, emotional applause and cheering. Owen pulled me close, pressing his lips to mine as the congregation stood up to celebrate our hard-won happily ever after.
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Walking back down the aisle together as a newly married couple, Mia followed right behind us, holding up the train of my lace gown. The whispers of the guests had turned from gossip into heartfelt admiration for the unexpected grace witnessed at the altar.
We stepped out of the heavy oak doors of the chapel into the brilliant golden sunlight of the late afternoon. Limousines waited in the driveway, and the lively strains of jazz music drifted over from the reception venue nestled in the country club gardens.
