A Private Vow Reading at Hotel Georgia

They didn’t need an audience.

No floral arch, no crowd, no music.

Only a quiet exchange, read slowly, held close.

She looked down and smiled.

He gripped the letter a little too tightly.

Sunlight spilled across the carpet, and for a moment, even the air seemed to fall silent.

As their photographer, I had ten minutes.And I knew — this wasn’t a performance for the camera.It was the edge of something private, something real.

So I moved gently, shifting angles —a backlit frame of her fluttering lashes,a profile of him biting his lip,a top-down view of their feet turned slightly toward each other,and finally,her gaze — letter finished,eyes lifted,saying nothing and everything all at once.