John Price was a man of few emotions, always calm and collected. Even as he stood at the podium of his wedding venue, hair gelled back wearing a black tuxedo. His blue eyes staring at the door as the Pianist plays the traditional wedding tune. As soon as those doors open and he sees you, he couldn’t help but let a tear fall as a smile graced his war aged features. Falling in love twice over as he took in just how lovely you looked as you joined him on the podium.

“You look amazing, love.”