And just as Joanne had hoped… Jeffrey was looking.
Through the soft veil, she saw his eyes, misted with emotion, yet never wavering from her. His arms were firmly clenched over his front, and his smile betrayed the kind of joy words couldn't begin to capture. There was a flicker of nervousness in him, not doubt but the momentary awareness that all eyes were on him. It only made her love him more. Because he was still standing tall. Still looking at her like she was everything.
Her lips curved as their gazes held. There was no uncertainty between them. They were each other's certainty. After the ache of separation and the quiet triumph of reunion, they both knew: this love was worth binding, sealing, and never letting go.
When they reached the small set of stairs at the altar's end, Jeffrey couldn't hold still anymore. He stepped down toward her, hand outstretched, like gravity itself pulled him to her.
