The next morning, the Luke family estate buzzed quietly with tension.
Harry actually brought officials from the marriage registry straight to the estate.
With the Luke family's influence and status, the officials were all overly respectful, working efficiently and in complete silence.
When the process was done, one of them carefully handed the marriage certificate to Tina Ives.
Tina held the document with trembling hands, her heart fluttering wildly as her gaze landed on the two names printed on it, hers and Harry's.
It felt unreal, like a dream she'd chased for years finally within her grasp.
But when she noticed the blank space where their photo should be, she hesitated, biting her lip before softly suggesting, "Harry, maybe we should take a picture first. The certificate needs one."
These days, Tina had been in an unusually good mood, her cheeks glowed pink like ripe peaches, and she carried herself with a girlish joy she hadn't felt in years.
