He froze at the sight, and barely whispered:<\/p>\n
\u2014 You?\u2026<\/p>\n
The face he had imagined as perfect turned out to be very different: deep scars covered her skin, traces of an old burn distorted her features.<\/p>\n
The bride\u2019s eyes filled with tears \u2013 not of joy, but of fear. She understood everything instantly.<\/p>\n
The bride stepped back, as if ready to run. The guests froze in silence, not understanding what was happening. Her lips trembled.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I\u2026 I understand if you can\u2019t anymore\u2026 \u2014 she whispered, lowering her gaze.<\/p>\n
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Tears streamed down his cheeks. The groom stepped forward and clasped her hand tightly.<\/p>\n
\u2014 No. You loved me when I was blind. You accepted me as I was, broken, sightless\u2026 \u2014 his voice trembled but rang firm. \u2014 Now it\u2019s my turn to accept you. You are true beauty.<\/p>\n
In that moment, he no longer saw her scars \u2013 only the woman who had given him life anew.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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