“GO!” the rabbi shouts, yanking the certificate out of my hand. “I’ll drop this in the mail for you guys! GO! HURRY!” I grab Sam’s hand and take off toward the exit across the room from the security guards. She trips over the hem of her dress before she reaches down and hoists it up to her knees. “Why are we running?” she shouts, but I don’t slow down. “Ian!” “Hurry, c’mon. The museum has a strict policy against unsanctioned ceremonies!” “What?!” “It’s like $20,000 to get married here. We aren’t millionaires!”
