A Real Wedding

It wasn't until after lunch which I had alone by the way did Hollis finally stepped into the bedroom we share. And, he brought cupcakes.

"A goodwill snack." He said offering me a bag containing three monster cupcakes.

"Thank you." I said, excitement tingling on my nerves as I grabbed the paper bag from him.

He stood firm at the entrance, staring at me. "A wedding won't change a thing." He said, his voice laced with bouts of reassurance that somehow made me feel relaxed. "We'll go​ separate ways once I'm certain you'll be safe." He added.

​I sighed, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulder. "Your father seem to be the only person that doesn't want me around you."

"Yes."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"You know why, Ugo."

"So, we're not having a real wedding, just some make believe stuff with false certificates, right?"

"We're having a real wedding, in a real church, with real certificates."

My mouth fell open. Could this be any more mortifying. "Surely