"I don't mind. I think this is great idea," He accepted the pages and sat down on the couch to read them. Illya read the words between the scribbles and the editing. "Sinthia, these are beautiful." He kept reading, a tear threatening to fall from his eye. His bride to be wasn't the only one getting emotional. In a little over a month, they would be saying these vows. "I like this, 'while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give'."