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“I’m
coming, I’m coming,” called Anne Roberts, bustling into the kitchen,
brandishing a pen. “Where do I sign?”
Her
husband was hunched over, writing his name on a document. He finished, stood
and looked at his wife.
“I’ve
never been a witness to a marriage before. I mean not in the legal sense. I
mean signing my name and all.”
“Anne,
you’re cute. You signed our marriage license,” Mr. Roberts said.
“Oh,
yes, that’s right. I did.” She colored a becoming shade of pink. “Where should
I?”
“Right
here, Missus,” John said, pointing to a line with an “x” on it.
“Very
good, John. Thank you.”
The
butler took Maggie’s hand and gave it a squeeze. His eyes glowed as he glanced
at her.
“There
you go,” Anne said, straightening up.
“Congratulations,”
Mr. Roberts said, shaking John’s hand. Anne gave them each a hug.
“Here’s
a little something for the wedding,” the master of the house said, slipping a
check into John’s hand.
“Thank
you, sir. It’s official, my lady. We’re married, ceremony or no,” John
chuckled.
Anne
handed a bottle of champagne to her husband. He poured four glasses.
“To
a long and happy life together,” he said, raising his flute.
What happens when
John finds out what I’ve done?
Maggie’s
stomach clenched.
4 comments:
Oh dear...
I hope things are going to be okay.
rut-roh. what's she done??? Million dollar question.
What did she do? What did she do? Can't wait for the answer!
What??? You can't leave us hanging right here, you naughty woman!
Happy for the wedding, but now I'm dying of curiosity.
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