Damien

“You may kiss your bride.”

Bride.

The last few hours came back to me in a whirlwind of pictures and snippets of time. The memories faded as I looked into Ella’s blue eyes. “My bride,” I whispered.

She nodded. “That makes you my groom.”

Her eyes closed as our lips touched.

My sister’s applause reminded me that we weren’t alone.

I squeezed Ella’s hands. “You amaze me.” ...