Tears streamed down his cheeks. The groom stepped forward and clasped her hand tightly.

— No. You loved me when I was blind. You accepted me as I was, broken, sightless… — his voice trembled but rang firm. — Now it’s my turn to accept you. You are true beauty.

In that moment, he no longer saw her scars – only the woman who had given him life anew.

The groom held his bride tightly, and all the guests sighed in relief. And he, seeing his wife for the first time, realized: true beauty is not in faces or reflections, but in the light one person gives to another.