Inside, the justice of the peace was already waiting for them. The simple table was neatly arranged, the marriage license open, stamps beside it, and the formality that filled the light-colored room. It was an administrative ceremony, with no decorations, no excess. Just glances, signatures, and the weight of a commitment that, for them, had existed long before any paper.“Good morning,” the judge said cordially. “Did you bring rings? Would you like to include them in the ceremony?”Gabriel straightened his posture, as if that moment, sober as it was, was too important to be rushed. He took a small blue velvet box from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and replied with a light but steady smile:“Yes, sir. Right here.”“Excellent. Then let’s proceed,” the judge said.He took a deep breath and, in a solemn tone, asked:“Ava Richardson, do you accept Gabriel Vicente as your lawful husband, to love him, respect him, and walk beside him for all the days of your life?”Ava looked at Gabr
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