As I stare out the window, I smile at the carriage driving past. I can just see the young couple in the back, him in a black tuxedo and her in what I’m sure is a very pretty white dress.

“I, Carlisle, do swear to be your loving husband. To have and to hold. For rich or for poor. In sickness, and in health. ‘Til death do us part.”

Esme’s smile is brilliant, her voice steady despite the tears that stream down her cheeks. She’s never looked more beautiful to me then in this moment.”I, Esme, do swear to be your loving wife. To have and to hold. For rich or for poor. In sickness, and in health. ‘Til death do us part.”

“By the power vested in me, I declare you husband and wife.” Reverend Greene turns to me with a smile and says, “You may now kiss the bride.”

Very carefully, I cup Esme’s face in my hands as I lean down to kiss her.