The next day, Stacy and I arrived at the small, quaint church where we had decided to hold our secret wedding. It was a serene and peaceful place, far removed from the grandeur of the weddings my parents had envisioned. But it held a special charm that appealed to both of us.
Walking hand in hand, we were greeted by the warm smiles of the pastor and the few church staff who were there to assist us. Inside the cozy chapel, dimly lit by the soft glow of sunlight filtering through stained glass windows, we found my parents, Troy and Lana, waiting patiently in the front row.
I glanced at Stacy, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, mirroring my own feelings. "Are you ready for this, Stacy?" I whispered, my voice filled with affection.
Stacy's gaze met mine, and she n
