As the priest began his prayer, I lifted my chin in search of Dario's expression. As it was for most of our talk last night, his countenance was unreadable. His eyes were open, staring at the man with the collar and robes. Once the prayer was over, Dario squeezed my hand as a slight smile threatened his mask.
I willed myself to remain standing as different readings of Bible verses were given. It was easier than I imagined, blocking the world away and concentrating on my breathing; that was, until the priest asked, “Catalina Ruiz and Dario Luciano, have you come here to enter into marriage without coercion, freely and wholeheartedly?"
My first instinct was to laugh.
Dario's deep affirmative response reminded me of my role.
“Yes," I said after Dario.
“Are you prepared, as you follow
