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When they pulled apart, the applause erupted. Someone whistled. Luz threw rice, though she had been explicitly told not to.

But today, there were no unfinished sentences.

“Os declaro marido y marido.”

They had waited seven years for this. Seven years of secret Sunday afternoons in Javier’s tiny apartment, of holding hands under the tablecloth at family dinners, of the word “amigo” hanging in the air like an unfinished sentence.

The judge handed them the certificate—a simple piece of paper with elegant script. Matrimonio Civil. Contrayentes: Varón, Varón. os declaro marido y marido

The air in the small civil registry office was thick with jasmine. Not from a bouquet, but from the tree climbing the wall outside the open window, its white petals drifting onto the marble floor like confetti.

“Presente.”

They spoke in unison. “Sí, libremente.”