The garden sparkled under the afternoon sun. White roses and black lilies lined the aisle - a perfect blend of light and darkness, just like their love story.
Victor stood at the altar, his heart beating faster than it had during any gunfight despite it being his second wedding. Jordan stood beside him as best man, fidgeting with his tie and muttering curses under his breath.
"Stop moving," Victor hissed. "You're making me nervous."
Jordan smirked. "You? Nervous? The great Victor Reis?"
"Shut up."
The music changed, and Miguel appeared at the end of the aisle. His little face serious with responsibility as he carried the rings on a black velvet pillow. The guests smiled as he walked carefully, concentrating on not dropping his precious cargo.
Then everyone stood. And Victor forgot ho
