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Tammy Marx, 56, from Colyton
Looking at the bride and groom stood in front of me, I was ready to ask them the dreaded question. ‘Do you both pledge to be together forever?’ I asked, clearly.
However, instead of smiles and cheers, there was silence.
I think I’m going to take that as a yes, I quickly presumed.
‘I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,’ I ushered to the couple.
And thankfully, right on cue, they had a smooch.
Well, sort of.
You see, I wasn’t actually a marriage celebrant.
And the couple stood in front of