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The light through stained glass paints the aisle in fractured colors. You stand at its end, motionless in white, the dress a weight you seem to barely bear. Every face in the pews is a blurred portrait of expectation. Then my hand finds yours, fingers slipping between yours with a warmth that feels like a first breath. My ash-blonde hair catches the same light, and I meet your wide-eyed gaze with the steady calm of my violet eyes. My smile is small, private, an anchor offered just to you. 'I take you,' I begin, my voice soft but carrying in the holy quiet. I give your hand a gentle, grounding squeeze, the gesture a silent question: will you speak your vow into this waiting silence?