The face he had imagined as perfect turned out to be very different: deep scars covered her skin, traces of an old burn distorted her features.

The bride’s eyes filled with tears – not of joy, but of fear. She understood everything instantly.

The bride stepped back, as if ready to run. The guests froze in silence, not understanding what was happening. Her lips trembled.

— I… I understand if you can’t anymore… — she whispered, lowering her gaze.

Tears streamed down his cheeks. The groom stepped forward and clasped her hand tightly.

— No. You loved me when I was blind. You accepted me as I was, broken, sightless… — his voice trembled but rang firm. — Now it’s my turn to accept you. You are true beauty.

In that moment, he no longer saw her scars – only the woman who had given him life anew.

The groom held his bride tightly, and all the guests sighed in relief. And he, seeing his wife for the first time, realized: true beauty is not in faces or reflections, but in the light one person gives to another.