“We will be married,” Lance said in a growl, and Merissa let out a small squeal while Azriel shot her widest grin. “Oh Hail! Think of the wedding. The bridesmaids all in deepest blue, an ice sculpture in the shape of a Phoenix,” Merissa gushed. “They could hire a jazz band,” Azriel said excitedly, and I gave both of them a dry look.
Mawrriage
