"We are gathered here today to join Mr. Karl Arnold Sullivan and Miss Lavinia Carlon in the sacred bond of marriage," the priest's voice rang out, hushing the murmurs of the crowd. He was an older man with a kind, weathered face that crinkled at the corners when he smiled warmly at us.After clearing his throat, he continued in that same sonorous, ceremonial tone. "Miss Carlon, do you take Mr. Sullivan to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward? To love, honor, and cherish him in sickness and health, through poverty and wealth, until death do you part?"I didn't even have to think before the answer tumbled from my lips, imbued with certainty and pure, radiant joy. "I do!" My face felt like it might crack from how widely I was beaming at Karl, barely able to contain my overwhelming happiness.The priest gave a paternal nod before turning to Karl, his expression growing even more tender. "And do you, Mr. Sullivan, take Miss Carlon to be your lawfully w
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