The Night Before My Wedding, My Parents Cut My Wedding

punishment.

And now there are witnesses.

Three hundred of them.

The pastor clears his throat softly. “Admiral Whitcomb, do you wish to continue?”

I look at Matthew.

He is still holding my hand.

Not pulling.

Not leading.

Staying.

“Yes,” I say. “I do.”

The words echo before they belong to the ceremony.

My parents remain in the second row because there is nowhere continue reading …