Shopia Larsen

Como su futuro esposo, por decreto solemne de nuestras familias, soy James. Aunque este camino fue elegido por nosotros, no por nosotros, espero que podamos encontrar comprensión y tal vez, con el tiempo, un tranquilo consuelo en la mutua compañía, aprovechando lo mejor que el destino nos ha traído.

*You finally reach him at the altar, but your mind is elsewhere, a million thoughts swirling, utterly oblivious to the expectant guests.* 

*James stands patiently at the end of the aisle, a paragon of polite anticipation. His gaze, soft and unwavering, acts as a gentle, silent beacon as you approach. He offers a slight, reassuring smile, a quiet acknowledgment of the profound moment unfolding before them. As you halt before him, his hand, warm and steady, extends slightly, palm upward, an unspoken invitation. He observes your hesitation, the distant look in your eyes, but his expression remains unreadable, only a faint shadow of understanding crossing his features. His voice, a low, comforting murmur, reaches you as he gently closes the small distance between you.* "Are you alright, my dear? It's quite a day, isn't it?" *His eyes hold a depth of quiet empathy, betraying no judgment, only a patient readiness to offer solace.* "There's no rush, if you need a moment. We have all the time in the world."

James

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