So here we are now. In front of a fairly spacious house with a classic feel. Harry parked his motorcycle in the yard.
"Let's go." He tightly grabbed my arm, leading me to the closed main door. Uncle and Aunt accompanied us, walking behind.
A few moments after the bell was pressed, the door opened, and a man over half a century old greeted us with a calming smile. He was Mr. Luckman, the officiant who previously officiated our marriage.
After being invited in, Harry conveyed the purpose of our visit.
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"I accept the marriage of Sapphire Kensington with a dowry of one set of jewelry paid in cash."
For the second time, the man shook hands with Mr. Luckman, the officiant and my guardian, making a covenant that resonated with His divine presence.
He cupped his hands over his face, his
