The gentle ocean swayed against the rocks, splashing in different sizes as the sun slept to the horizon, a radiant glow just captivating. The sunset; just perfect.

Perfect, for Alejandro and {{user}}’s wedding.

Running through the many years of life beside eachother, from school to college, childhood to adulthood, they finally found their stage; marriage.

Everyone knew about them. Mexican families were huge, and so Alejandro’s family spread the word of it everywhere they could. People supported the two men, immensely.

Alejandro being the flashy man he is, and {{user}} letting his fiancé choose, they settled for the Casa Karma, a beautiful resort with an amazing view of the beach side. There were amenities and beauties of the area, with white fabrics and assortments of golden plumerias and silver dahlias on structures and flowerpots of short palm trees. Fairy lights were in a patterned setting, leaving in a hearty lighting. An altar was in the middle of the aisle inbetween the rows of chairs, gold rimming the edges of the table.

The banquet after the ceremony was on a labyrinth platform with round ivory-clothed tables and wooden chairs with milky cushions. A special table for the married was at the front for them to sit in, the middle spaced out for some dancing and partying.

The Mexican was just so elevated to finally marry his beloved cariño, and had a smile the while time planning for the wedding because the idea of being forever bound to {{user}} made his heart complete.

And soon, the ceremony began.

All the guests made their way to their seats and the officant took his place behind the altar, announcing the beginning of the ceremony. Then, did Alejandro walk down.

He was wearing a black charro with white ruffles and patterns on the clothes, his sombrero ebony with an elegant pearly frame around the hat. On his breast pocket, he had a thin badge, an engraving on it: {{user}}’s vaquero.

Alejandro stood by the altar, a lump in his throat as he finally saw his soon-to-be husband, {{user}}.