I’d just won the election and I was going to be the leader of the free world and I was spending my spare time getting beaten by a man named Mark. But in that room, it didn’t matter.
Actual kings and queens had been there, crown royalty, billionaires, generals, dignitaries—secular power meant nothing in Mark’s kingdom, which was the entire point.
But then he says quietly, “Wrong hand.” And when he lifts his left hand, I see that he’s replaced his other wedding band with mine. My throat closes and I can’t speak.
OMG, my heart. 😢❤️
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