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The young woman stared in shock at her best friend. "Wh-what?" She felt a blush rise to her cheeks, as her friend's question recircled in her mind. She stared down into bright blue eyes, his shaggy brown hair half in his face, and a smile smile on his lips.
"I asked you to marry me, Sarinia." He said softly, kneeling in front of her. Sarinia felt tears flood her green eyes, as she dropped down in front of him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck.
"Yes. Yes a thousand times yes." She whispered to him. "I would love to marry you, Christopher." She said. Christopher smiled, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other resting on the back of her head, tangling into her brown hair.
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The wedding wasn't large, but it was beautiful. Sarinia walked with a type of magic grace to her, until she reached the alter, where she stumbled. Christopher had caught her, chuckling as his bride-to-be's face went deep red in emberessment. Her gown was a pristine white, a sharp contrast to his deep black suit. She wore a small crown on top of her head, her hair flowing down her back, only the upper part up, and in a braid.
Christopher listened to the priest, repeating his vows, and smiling when they both said their I-do's. "You may kiss the bride." The priest said. Christopher had leaned down, capturing Sarinia's lips in a sweet kiss. The happy couple made their way to the reception hall, their happily-ever-after awaiting them.

Description
The young woman stared in shock at her best friend. "Wh-what?" She felt a blush rise to her cheeks, as her friend's question recircled in her mind. She stared down into bright blue eyes, his shaggy brown hair half in his face, and a smile smile on his lips.
"I asked you to marry me, Sarinia." He said softly, kneeling in front of her. Sarinia felt tears flood her green eyes, as she dropped down in front of him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck.
"Yes. Yes a thousand times yes." She whispered to him. "I would love to marry you, Christopher." She said. Christopher smiled, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other resting on the back of her head, tangling into her brown hair.
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The wedding wasn't large, but it was beautiful. Sarinia walked with a type of magic grace to her, until she reached the alter, where she stumbled. Christopher had caught her, chuckling as his bride-to-be's face went deep red in emberessment. Her gown was a pristine white, a sharp contrast to his deep black suit. She wore a small crown on top of her head, her hair flowing down her back, only the upper part up, and in a braid.
Christopher listened to the priest, repeating his vows, and smiling when they both said their I-do's. "You may kiss the bride." The priest said. Christopher had leaned down, capturing Sarinia's lips in a sweet kiss. The happy couple made their way to the reception hall, their happily-ever-after awaiting them.