Many guests were deeply shocked when they saw the elderly man standing there as the officiant. Though they had all heard related rumors, seeing these two elders who had lived for centuries with their own eyes still left them unable to hide their emotions. They all understood exactly what it meant.
Nicolas Flamel cleared his throat, and the chatter gradually died down. Everyone turned to look toward the entrance of the tent.
Having just taken Liquid Luck, Albert and George did not feel nervous under everyone's gaze. Instead, smiling broadly beneath the witnesses' eyes, they walked down the aisle through the crowd to stand before Nicolas Flamel, the officiant.
The instant he looked back, his heart seemed to stop.
Everything seemed to vanish from his sight, leaving only that beautiful figure.
It was like a dream.
Isabelle, dressed in a wedding gown, was breathtakingly beautiful. She held a bouquet in her fair hands, and her white dress perfectly accentuated her graceful figure. Delicate goblin jewelry made her features shine even more brilliantly. Her long train swept across the red carpet as she walked lightly toward him.
When Mog placed Isabelle's hand into his, the wizards in the tent gasped at how perfectly matched the young couple was.
Nicolas now stood before Albert and Isabelle, regarding the newlyweds with a kindly gaze. "Today, we gather here to celebrate the union of two devoted souls..."
Albert barely heard what Nicolas was saying. Smiling, he met Isabelle's gaze and saw the love overflowing from her eyes.
"Albert Anderson, do you take Isabelle Macdougal as your wife?" Nicolas asked with a smile.
"I do," Albert said solemnly. He gave Isabelle's hand a gentle squeeze, slipped the ring onto her finger, and looked into her eyes as he made the most important promise of his