Asher
“The marriage registrar is here,” I said.
Ivy finished tying her shoes and then stood up, her face impassive as she gave me a nod. She wore a simple white full-sleeved top paired with a blue denim skirt and white shoes. Her cinnamon hair was tied in a high-ponytail with tendrils escaping as always. I must say, Lexi did a good job with her wardrobe. The skirt showed off her long, toned legs and I squirmed, remembering the memory of them wrapped around my waist.
“I am ready,” she nodded.
“Let’s go then,” I held out my hand and she wordlessly took it. I marveled at the feel of it and also at how pretty the engagement ring looked on her slender finger.
Mine, a voice in my head whispered, sounding smug and proud.
In the past few days, something between us has changed. I don’t kn
