Tyrell

"Yes, I surely do." I muttered quickly, not giving the priest a chance to catch his breath after he asked the question, 'Do you take Penelope to be your lawfully wedded wife? The room echoed with laughter; Pen's lips widened into a smile as our eyes met, and she pressed them firmly against each other. I could tell she was trying so hard to stop herself from laughing. Pen and I were getting married, having a proper wedding this time, not just a contract marriage, the one that bound us ...