“I… Oliver Stark Gomez, take you Arianna Joanna McQueen, as my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part,” Oliver vowed, with smiles on his face.
This was probably one of the happiest days of his life, but it wasn’t just him, Arianna was happy as well, very happy to legally and officially become Mrs. Gomez again. And Princess as well, she was sitting in the front row, revealing her white teeth as she smiled.
They were standing in the biggest and most lavishly furnished wedding hall in the entire Las Vegas, in front of about five hundred people who had come to witness their marriage. Some were friends, while some relatives and Well-wishers.