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"I accept," Zadkiel beamed. The officiant turned towards Celeste, it was her turn. Celeste had been thinking about this a lot, about the vows she would make and how she would deliver them. The veil had been lifted to make sure that it was really her, a tradition passed down when a cousin thought they were marrying the girl they had loved when in fact he had accidentally married her sister, who had disguised herself by using a veil and not removing it until it was too late. "I vow," Celeste couldn't help but smile, she felt suddenly shy in front of all of these people, the way they were all gazing upon the two girls in love. "To cherish every moment we are together, from the little things like the way the sun twinkles when I'm by your side, to the sound of the wind at this very moment," as though on cue, a gust gently swept by, swishing through their gowns. "I vow to smile at all of your silly jokes and be there when you cry, to watch you thrive and fall like the freshly driven snow." She took in another shaky breath, Celeste didn't think there was anything that could make her concentration slip.
"And to love you with all of my heart." Cambion accepted the vows and the minister continued. "Celeste Angeal, do you take Kitra Vacivus in sickness and in health, in love and sorrow, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Celeste nodded, nearly forgetting to speak. "I do," the minister turned towards Kitra. "Kitra Vacivus, do you take Celeste Angeal, in sickness and in health, in love and sorrow, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" It seemed as though all of their guests were holding their breath, waiting for an answer. "Please exchange rings," there were two small boxes presented to them, inside were the bands that would mark this occasion, engraved with the heart beat of the other girl. Celeste picked up Kitra's and placed it on her finger and once the other ring was safely on Celeste's the minister began to speak once more. "I now pronounce you wife and wife, you may now kiss the bride."
The roar of applause filled her head the same way fireworks filled her stomach. Their first kiss as a married couple, Celeste's no longer Kitra's bride but wife. She felt excited and nervous as the first day of the rest of their lives began. Celeste took Kitra's hand, the two of them running down the isle and to the carriage as their guests threw flower petals at them, the petals getting stuck in their hair and gowns. Celeste was breathless as the carriage door closed to take them to where the party was being held. Celeste's hand was still in Kitra's, the two girls sitting beside each other. "We did it," her heart was fluttering like mad, Celeste thought that she might pass out. "We did it we-we're married."