John took pictures of Ambrose and Barbara as they did the whole meet and greet with their guests.
Barbara was glowing. Ambrose couldn’t look away from her. They both were incapable of keeping their hands to themselves. They kept touching each other in small ways.
His fingers teasing the loose strands of her hair.
Her hand on his arm.
His hand on her lower back.
Their hands bumping each other and holding each other.
Their obvious affection for each other warmed John’s heart.
They’ve come such a long way, especially him. He loves her and just her. He will never chase Elsie Vansing down again. He will never break Barbara’s heart again. He will love her and take good care of her. I know he will.
I trust him.
Even though he is a vampire, I trust him. I trust him with my little girl’s life.
The photographer came over to the happy couple and ushered them away from their conversation with Father Landover and Olivia’s husband. He led them out of the room.
This beautiful woman dressed all in white.
She is mine and I am hers. I belong entirely to her.
Ambrose smiled as she took his hand.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The photographer led them outside the building. “Okay! This picture will be so fabulous I will win multiple awards for its existence. Groom, I want you to stand right there in front of the door. Turn just so just so just….so! Perfect! Bride, Stand in front of him. Turn liiiiiike so! Okay! Hold each other’s hands. Too low. Hold them higher. No no no. That’s too high. There! Yes! Perfect! Now, I want you two to look at each other. Just look at each other. Perfect! Hold that pose!”
Ambrose’s heart raced as she looked into his eyes.
Barbara, you make me feel both strong and weak. I feel like I could take on a whole room of Mark Catens and his obnoxious mouth. I feel like I can barely stand on my own two feet.
Don’t worry, kitten. If you fall, I’ll catch you.
And I will always be there for you. Even when I’m day exhausted, I will do all that I can to help you and support you.
“Okay! That was good. Very, very good. Now, I want you two to stay as you are, but I want you to kiss.”
Ambrose grinned. “Not a problem.”
She giggled. “I’d wonder what’s wrong with you if it were a problem.”
“Ha!” He touched foreheads with her. “You darling, outrageous brat.”
She kissed him.
The photographer muttered ecstatically as he took shot after shot after shot.
I love you, Barbara. I love you. I love just you.
I love you too.
“Okay! You can stop kissing now. Uhh. I said stop kissing.”
Ambrose reluctantly obeyed.
“Now! Groom, I want you to go down on one knee like so. Good! Bride, give him the bouquet. Good. Groom, hold the bouquet in both hands and offer it to her. Oh! Excellent! Bride, hold your hands to him like you’re about to accept it. Mmm-mm-mmm. Yes! Okay! Let me see some loving gazes. Yes! Hold it.”
I’m not so sure about this shot. What is this even supposed to represent? Why am I kneeling and handing her own bouquet to her? What the heck? Is the bouquet supposed to be my undying love for her or what?
His loving gaze turned into a ridiculously happy grin.
I can’t wait to see what other poses he has planned for us.