It was a day that would be etched in their memories forever - the day they officially became husband and wife. Sylvie stood at the altar of the small chapel on the grounds of O'Connor Manor, her heart racing with anticipation as she waited for her groom to appear.
She was stunning in her wedding gown, a simple yet elegant ivory gown with delicate lace sleeves and a long, flowing train. Her blonde hair was swept up in an intricate chignon, a few loose tendrils framing her face. But it was her eyes that drew the most attention - they sparkled with love and joy, even as tears threatened to spill over.
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