Forrest snorted, "I'd get it if you said your bride's more important, but ranking me below your suit? That's a bit much."

Alick chuckled. "Come on, it's just a suit. Don't be petty."

“You're the one being petty," Forrest shot back, his expression hardening.

Their banter continued until they entered the bustling hall, where they fell silent, smiles lighting up their faces.

Their expressions shifted very quickly.

It was like turning pages in a book, each one revealing a new emotion.

As the center of attention for the evening, Alick stood out in the crowd.

Nelson, who had been living in this country for many years, had made a lot of friends here.

Today, most of them were invited by him and attended this wedding ceremony.

Nelson eagerly introduced Alick to the crowd, his excitement contagious.

The wedding had been meticulously organized by professionals, every detail carefully planned.

But the ceremony hadn't kicked off yet, waiting for the right moment.

As time passed, anticipation grew, edging closer to the designated start time.

The ceremony followed the traditions of the area.

Faymoor weddings were known for their simplicity, skipping elaborate customs and rituals.

The host's voice echoed across the stage, speaking the formal language of Azmar.

It was a very special request.

Both Alick and Annis had Azmarian roots.

Though they celebrated in Faymoor, Alick and Annis hailed from distant lands, uniting cultures on this special day.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us to celebrate Mr. Alick Bates and Ms. Annis Williams," the host warmly greeted.