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As guests stepped into the main hall of the wedding venue, the smooth, soulful sound of old-school R&B filled the air, setting the perfect tone for the evening. Warm lighting cascaded over the elegantly decorated space, where two strikingly large framed photos of Cairo and Haven stood near the entrance.
In both images, they were posed effortlessly in front of a vintage car, a nod to their journey together. The slogan that had been elegantly scripted on their invitations was displayed beneath the photos, seamlessly tying everything together: "Cruisin' Into Forever, The Carters' Way." It was a statement of love, growth, and a future they were ready to embrace as one.
Guests continued to flow into the space, each dressed in the wedding's signature colors—sage green, beige, and champagne gold. The carefully curated palette blended beautifully with the venue's décor. Lush floral arrangements of white roses, eucalyptus, and pampas grass adorned the aisles, while candlelit centerpieces flickered softly, adding to the intimate yet grand atmosphere.
The ceremony was set to begin in forty minutes, and while some guests chatted in hushed voices, others simply sat in stillness, soaking in the moment. There was something undeniably special about witnessing two souls ready to commit forever. The backdrop of the altar, draped in delicate fabric with cascading greenery, stood as a breathtaking focal point—one that would soon frame the couple as they exchanged vows.
The attendance was intimate yet fulfilling, a carefully curated gathering of loved ones. The guest list was made up primarily of Haven's semi-large family, their presence helping to balance the noticeable absence of Cairo's. Still, he wasn't without support—his close business associates, a handful of trusted employees, and a few loyal clients had shown up for him, each one a testament to the meaningful connections he had built over the years.
They had been intentional about the number of attendees, wanting only those who truly mattered to witness their sacred moment. The guest count was kept under 135, ensuring an atmosphere that felt personal rather than overwhelming. To maintain the intimacy of the ceremony, a strict no-phone policy was enforced.
There would be no distractions, no screens separating guests from the raw beauty of the vows being exchanged. Instead, every moment—every smile, tear, and heartfelt glance—would be captured by the hired videographers and photographers, the only ones entrusted to document the day.
groom's men suite...
Glasses clinked as each of them threw back a shot. Cairo wasn't normally a drinker, so while the others were a few in, he was only one in. The wedding felt like a good excuse, though—not to get drunk, but to take the edge off. His nerves had been rattling him all morning, a mix of excitement and anticipation pressing on his chest.
Rap music had been booming through the suite for hours, setting an energetic tone. Justin, the videographer, weaved through the space, capturing moments of laughter and brotherhood. His groomsmen—Kareem, Bam, Amir, Aj, and Nino—were already dressed, just waiting on him, Cairo found himself still adjusting his cuffs, rolling his shoulders like he couldn't quite get comfortable.
