When the priest asked Sofiya if she vowed to “love, honor, and obey” me, her jaw clenched tight. Her eyes flitted to her father and then up at me. I could see the rebellion play out, her eyes so expressive I could practically hear her thoughts. The priest cleared his throat, and she gave an annoyed huff before saying, “I do.” Fuck, that was… cute. It was almost enough to make me smile.
