"Ha... You usually seem so bold, but on stage, you're shy like this. Skye, you're truly adorable..."
Gareth Williams lowered his voice, leaning close to the white veil, teasing quietly.
'Skye Brown,' whose face was hidden by the veil, grew even more bashful, burying her head lower.
Upon seeing this, Gareth Williams's smile deepened at the corners of his lips.
Even knowing Skye might have been coerced by Stewart Brown or forced onto the stage.
Yet at this very moment, holding her hand, walking forward together, still brought Gareth Williams joy.
It's a rare, pure joy.
The simple joy of holding onto a woman you like and are interested in...
As the two walked forward to the front of the stage, the priest, who had been specially invited from the church, was already waiting.
"Mr. Williams, do you want this woman to become your wife, to make a vow, whether rich or in health, to care for her, love her, cherish her..."
