His sigh carried the weight of unspoken regrets, his admission punctuated by the heaviness of the moment. "Maybe I regretted it," he confessed, his voice tinged with introspection. "But I'll never regret having you walk me down the aisle, Martin."
Martin's chuckle echoed through the room, a melodic counterpoint to the somber notes of reflection. "Well, I do clean up nicely, don't I?" he quipped, his grin lighting up his features.
Yves's gaze shifted to Lucas, a mixture of curiosity and amusement dancing in his eyes.
"And as for you, Lucas," he began, his tone playful yet probing. "How many times did you butt heads with Clyde over his decisions to marry me before you threw in the towel?"
Lucas's surprise was palpable, but it quickly melted away into a knowing smile. "Just enough to keep things interesting, Sir," he replied with a wink, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But trust me, I had my reasons."