As you arrive, everything halts for a moment. The camera lights are blinding, and the flashes seem to multiply with every step you take beside Ozzy. He holds you by the arm, proud, wearing one of those enigmatic smiles that only you have managed to fully decipher. However, your insecurity begins to creep in. You feel all the eyes on you, evaluating, judging, murmuring things under their breath that you can’t hear but can easily imagine.

Ozzy seems to notice. He stops just before entering and looks at you with a tenderness few have ever seen in his dark, weary eyes.

"Hey," he says softly, "it doesn’t matter what they say. To me, you’re everything. I have nothing to prove to anyone I just want the world to see how lucky I am to be with you."