The emcee's deep and powerful voice rang out as he started reciting a love poem. He then concluded his poem by inviting Ethan's parents to the hall.
Ethan's parents were seated right in front, and the wedding party stood on both sides. The space was filled with guests, adding to the festive atmosphere.
The emcee started speaking in a clear and loud voice, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here together to witness Ethan and Yana exchange their vows of marriage. We rejoice with them in their delight of finding love with each other, and support their decision to commit themselves to a lifelong relationship."
I had attended weddings before, but this was by far the most traditional wedding I'd been to. Some rituals even reminded me of ancient times.
Watching Yana and Ethan greet his parents and exchange their vows, I couldn't stop myself from smiling. Although there had been a lot to prepare for the wedding, it was all worth it to see Yana finding the right person.
Yana was all smiles as she looked at Ethan, and I couldn't help murmuring to myself, "I can't believe Aaron let her slip away."
They started exchanging their rings, and I felt a little sorry for Aaron, while also happy that Yana had finally found her Mr. Right.
After the ceremony, I helped Yana up the stairs to their wedding suite. It was a spacious room and they had decorated the bed with flower petals and other pretty things.
Someone knocked on the door. I got up and opened the door. It was Ethan's mother. She was holding a snack platter in her hands, and with a smile, she said to me, "Hi there, you must be Miss Reid. I'm Ethan's mom, and he's out there welcoming the guests. He's worried that you two will be hungry by now, so he asked me to bring this snack platter up to you. We will be having our toasts later, and I wouldn't recommend drinking on an empty stomach."
I quickly stepped aside and replied, "Please come in first."
Ethan's mother was already in her late 40's. I had heard from Yana that Ethan's mother was famous for her looks back in the day. Although she had aged significantly, she still carried herself with a dignified grace. She seemed to be a gentle woman, with a soft spoken demeanor.
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