Ripples of us

"That's great, just a little closer now," The photographer instruct, motioning with his hands for the bride to step in a bit closer to her husband. She hesitate for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, but then takes a small step forward, closing the distance between her and her husband.

The photographer raises his camera, peering through the viewfinder to frame the shot. The groom looking at her, a mix of anticipation and nervousness on his face. Pressing the button to focus, the sound of the camera's autofocus filling the air.

"Alright, big smiles everyone!" photographer calls out, his finger hovering over the shutter release. The groom immediately flashes a wide grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. But the bride, she seems frozen, her smile forced and her eyes darting away from the camera. A glimmer of something else in her eyes. Perhaps it's acceptance, or maybe just resignation.

Just as the photo was gonna be taken, the groom turns his head slightly towards her. His smile softens, and for a brief moment, there's a tender look in his eyes as he glances at her. It's a fleeting expression, but it's enough to capture the essence of the moment.

Pressing the shutter, the flash illuminating their faces as the camera captures the image. The sound of the shutter echoes in the room.

As the flash subsides, lowering the camera and offering them both a thumbs-up. "Perfect," the photographer says, his voice brimming with confidence.