"Damien," Reverend Phillips said, his voice warm and clear, "repeat after me: With this ring..."
"With this ring," Damien repeated, his voice rough with emotion but steady.
He held the platinum band between his thumb and forefinger, poised at the tip of Aria's left ring finger. The simple band caught the October sunlight, gleaming softly.
"I thee wed," Reverend Phillips continued.
"I thee wed," Damien said, his eyes locked on Aria's face.
Slowly, deliberately, he slid the platinum wedding band onto her finger, guiding it past her knuckle until it settled into place beside her engagement ring.
The two rings nestled together perfectly—the engagement ring with its elegant diamond, and now the simple platinum wedding band. They looked like they'd been designed to sit together, which they
