The ceremony went without a hitch. Jack hired a priest of some confession, who officiated it after a brief prayer, in which I didn't participate.
I wasn't religious, but I think Jack had a vague attachment to his, and I didn't really care.
For me, we were already married.
This was for other people.
For my family, for my friends and colleagues, for Jack's family and friends, for Grandpa's friends and acquaintances, for the gossips, for the journalists, and for the Immigration officials.
This is why I didn't feel the slightest compunction about using my own wedding to pitch business.
"So, you see, Mr. Sheperd," I said, making a sweeping motion with the glass of water in my hand (alcohol wasn't a good idea when talking shop). "It could be a good project. It could save you, and the board
