Genevieve was fairly certain that today truly was the happiest day of her life. Even from the moment she woke up, it was different from every day that came before it ( though that was likely due to her mother immediately having her prepare. ) Yet despite her mother’s ramblings and orders ( or requests, as the woman put it ) it seemed that she was walking on air.
The festivities of the day had ended, and she truly had enjoyed herself. Though, of course, she doubted it would be possible to be anything less than joyful on her wedding day. She turned to her husband with a smile. Husband. She would be glad to say it for the rest of their lives.
“Well, my love.” She took a step closer to him, the happiness written all over her face. “We shall never have to part from this day forth.”