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As Ervin gazes lovingly into Jacque’s eyes, windows to the universe of Jacque’s soul, it is easy to see how he loses himself in her regal demeanor. In the silence that precedes their vows -for a fleeting yet eternal second -nothing else exists but the bride and groom, about to be joined together as husband and wife and bound forever, in sickness and in health, until the end of their days takes them. The bride is flawless and pure, and her dress and veil gives her an ethereal quality to her already breathtaking presence. Indeed, there is no one more beautiful in the world this day than Jacque, and no one else luckier than Ervin.