TWENTY-FOUR
Timothy and LuAnn walked to the desk in the chapel where they had pre-registered. A nice young man wearing a white tuxedo greeted them. He advised how to fill out the paperwork, then handed them the clipboard. While sitting on the leather sofa, Timothy filled in the blanks and handed back the clipboard to the nice young man. He then reached into his back pocket for his wallet to pay for the services.
“It won’t be long,” he said, sitting beside LuAnn again. “Are you nervous?”
LuAnn looked at him from under her false eyelashes. “Sort of.”
“Tell me why you’re nervous.”
“I don’t want this to end badly. I don’t want to hurt you.” LuAnn’s eyes were full of emotion as she spoke.
“You won’t hurt me. Please,” he said, taking her hand, “relax and enjoy the ceremony. Don’t think abo
