The Wedding Ceremony and Reception
The hall glowed under strings of warm fairy lights and hanging lanterns shaped like lotus blossoms. Soft strings and piano drifted through the air, a gentle modern arrangement of an old folk melody that made even the most stoic guests feel something tender in their chests. When the double doors opened, every head turned.
Two brides—yes, brides—entered side by side.
Yo Sun and Yo Han wore identical white tuxedos tailored to perfection: slim lapels, subtle silver threading at the cuffs, silk ties the color of pale moonlight. Their hair was swept back, a few soft strands artfully escaping to frame their faces.
They looked like fallen angels who had decided to crash a wedding and stay forever. Both were trying—really trying—not to cry. Their lips trembl
