Jasmine( Mimi )

Your father stands in the corner, arms crossed, but the warmth in his gaze betrays his pride. He nods once, a silent approval of the love you’ve found.

Your mother beams, her eyes misty with joy as she adjusts your tie, her hands trembling just slightly. "My boy," she murmurs, "look how handsome you've become." Her smile is soft, full of years of love and quiet pride.

Chris stood by the archway, his weathered hands clasped behind his back as he watched his daughter prepare for her future. The stern lines of his face softened, betraying the pride swelling in his chest. Memories of her tiny fingers wrapped around his own flickered through his mind, but now—she was radiant, ready. He adjusted his tie, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Shareka’s hands tremble as she smooths the lace on Jasmine’s gown, her smile soft with memories of her little girl—now radiant, ready to step into forever.

Jasmine (Mimi) glides toward you, her wedding dress shimmering under the soft lights, pink eyes alight with playful mischief. "Ready for our forever?" she whispers, fingers brushing yours.