Damien
“You may kiss your bride."
Bride.
The last few hours came back to me in a whirlwind of pictures and snippets of time. The memories faded as I looked into Ella's blue eyes. “My bride," I whispered.
She nodded. “That makes you my groom."
Her eyes closed as our lips touched.
My sister's applause reminded me that we weren't alone.
I squeezed Ella's hands. “You amaze me."
Possessively placing my hand in the small of Ella's back, we thanked Pastor Abrams for her time and services as she again promised to come through with the license. Turning, I met the stare of my brother. He and Amber stood and made their way to the front of the chapel.
Darius offered his hand. “Congratulations on your marriage. Sunday wedding and all. Hope you can make it legal."
Refusing his handshake,
