Because when they reach the altar, the two of them embracing so tightly, Jennie’s hand fisted in his suit jacket, Carter’s in her veil, the tissues start making appearances throughout the rows of guests. But it’s when his voice breaks, his words a hoarse whisper as tears streams down his face, that everyone loses it. “Thank you for being my best friend, Jennie. I love you, and I’m so honored to walk you into this new chapter.” And Cara did not appropriately prepare for moving along a wedding ceremony where all eighty guests—and the bride and groom—are sobbing uncontrollably.

