In the restaurant courtyard, there was a small fountain – an interesting design choice. The water was clear and cold, quietly trickling, adding elegance to the summer atmosphere. I even briefly thought we’d get beautiful photos with the fountain as a background.

When it was time to cut the wedding cake, all the guests gathered around us with their phones. Shouts of “Kiss!”, laughter, and music were heard. I took the knife, my husband placed his hand over mine – and we began cutting the first slice. At that moment, he suddenly lifted me up.

At first, I smiled, thinking he wanted to lift me romantically. But within seconds, I realized he wasn’t carrying me for toasts