ceremony is a blur. The priest is speaking, but I don’t hear what he’s saying. Someone coughs loudly, and I blink. At last, I tilt my head back to meet the eyes of the man standing before me holding my trembling hands in his. His expression is impassive. The air freezes in my lungs. He’s beautiful. He stares down at me with a hooded gaze. I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Beside me, the priest clears his throat. Did I miss something? I dart a quick glance in his direction. “This is where you say ’I do’.” There’s a heavy pall over the room. I look back at the man I’m supposed to be pledging my
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