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                She wore a white velvet dress, a hint of cleavage revealed by its sweetheart neckline. It tapered to a tight waist and a semi full skirt, one that swirled just a few inches over her knees. Saffi had matched her dress with white pumps, with the thinnest heels he had ever seen her wear, making her long legs appear even longer.
                Her voice faltered, causing Staffan’s gaze to return to her face.
                Saffi did her very best not to sigh, cry, and scream at the same time. Surely, this was the result of pregnancy hormones. Never ever had Staffan looked this gorgeous in her eyes, even though he was also as dressed down as she was, with a black suit jacket and pants. Of course, Staffan being Staffan, the pearl-white silk shirt he wore under the jacket was impossibly stylish, something she knew conservative men like her brother Steel or even Jeremy would never even consider wearing.
                Clearing her throat, she lifted her copy of her vows and began to read. 
                Staffan’s eyes widened at what Saffi held in her hands. Those personalized vows of hers were more than a couple pages long. His eyes narrowed. WHAT IN GOD’S NAME --- If his eyes weren’t fooling him, those were typewritten pages, and it wasn’t even double-fucking-spaced.
                Constantijin coughed again, and Staffan turned to his friend, distracted. Both Rathe and Constantijin had their jaws clenched hard. He looked back at Saffi.
                And then he listened, really fucking listened, to what Saffi had to say.
                “The sun goes down, the stars come out, and all that counts is here and now. My universe will never be the same. I’m glad you came. You cast a spell on me, you hit me like the sky fell on me – I’m glad you came...”
                She took a deep breath and flipped to the next page. “You make it easy as 1-2, 1,2,3,4. There’s only one thing to do, three words for you – I love you…”
                Slowly, Staffan’s jaw clenched hard, too, staying that way as Saffi so beautifully vowed her unwavering love through the words of Mariah Carey, Kanye West, Ne-Yo, and even Nicki Minaj. The entranced expression on Pearl’s face as she listened to her daughter speak her vows was the only thing that kept his iron control intact.
                The seventy-year-old judge appeared moved to tears as well, and he turned to Staffan expectantly. “Your vows, son, you may speak them.”
                Staffan stilled, completely unsure if he heard the priest correctly.
                Saffi turned to him with a similarly expectant expression, and there was nothing more he wanted to do than strangle her at that moment.
                Constantijin and Rathe were coughing again.
                Ah, fuck. The only things that came to mind were lyrics from rock and roll songs, and that was all Saffi’s fucking fault. Ah, fuck. Think, think. He said in Swedish, “If only you saw what I can see, you’ll understand why I want you so desperately. Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe you don’t know you’re beautiful.”
                Pearl nodded encouragingly, her eyes shining with tears.
                The fuck – One Direction wasn’t enough?
                Staffan continued, “Step to the beat of my heart, I don’t need a whole lot, but for you I admit I’d rather give the world or we can share mine. I know I won’t be the first one, giving you all this attention, baby, listen I just need somebody to love.”
                By this time, Constantijin and Rathe were coughing so hard that the priest was giving them strange looks.
                “That sounded so beautiful,” Pearl breathed.
                Yeah, well, that was Justin Bieber for her , Staffan