At Least You’re Poor
Rebecca squeezed his hands. “I cannot promise I’ll never be angry.”
“I would never believe you if you did.”
The guests laughed. “I promise to choose you,” she continued. “Not once. Not for forty-two days. Every day we’re given.”
When the officiant told Matthew he could kiss the bride, Lucy shouted, “You forgot last time!” Everyone laughed again.
Matthew looked at Rebecca. “May I?”
“Yes.”