The sun shone brightly over the charming little chapel, casting a golden glow on the lush garden where Y/N and Armando's wedding was about to take place.
The air buzzed with excitement and the faint scent of roses. Family and friends mingled, laughter bubbling up here and there, while Marcus adjusted his bow tie for the tenth time.
Isabel, Armando's mother and ever the doting figure, fussed over Y/N's wedding dress, making sure every lace and pearl was in place. "You look stunning, my dear. And that baby bump? Absolute perfection," she said, a warm smile lighting up her face.
"Thanks, Isabel," Y/N replied, placing a hand on her belly. "Who knew I'd be waddling down the aisle?"
Mike, Isabel's partner and soon to be Armando's stepfather, stood nearby, grinning. "Waddling or not, Armando's the luckiest guy today. And, I must say, Isabel, you're glowing too."
Isabel blushed. "Oh, stop it, Mike. You're making me blush."
The ceremony began, and as Y/N walked down the aisle, Armando's eyes filled with tears. Marcus, standing as Armando's best man, pretended to wipe a tear from his own eye, earning a laugh from the guests.
The vows were heartwarming, with Armando starting first. "Y/N, from the moment we met, I knew you were the one. Your smile, your laugh, and now, your incredible ability to turn my life upside down.
You make me a better man every day, and I promise to love and cherish you with all my heart."
Y/N chuckled, tears glistening in her eyes. "Armando, you are my rock, my partner in crime, and the best dance partner ever-despite stepping on my toes.
