Philip crossed the room and wrapped his arms around his grandson in a firm, proud embrace. He clapped a hand on Jeffrey's shoulder.
"You did good," he said, voice thick with meaning. "And remember—these vows you're about to take, they're not just words. You'll speak them before God and everyone who matters. Make sure you keep them."
Jeffrey nodded, the gravity of the moment sinking deeper into his bones. But then he cracked a sheepish smile, boyish and full of longing.
"Did you see her?" he asked, eyes lighting up. "How does she look?"
He hadn't seen her dress, hadn't even caught a glimpse of her since last night. And one night apart had felt like an eternity. He missed her like he hadn't breathed.
Philip chuckled, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Don't you want to know…" he teased, turning away with an exaggerated shrug.
"Grandpa…" Jeffrey groaned, but Philip was already gone, laughing softly to himself.
A voice came again, firmer this time. "It's time."
