Ari took Grayson's arm and he patted her hand, reassuring her. Then he turned toward the priest and nodded. But she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was about a foot taller than her and stood very tall and straight, adding to his height. There was a regal air about him, one cultivated only with time and having been raised with royalty.
Vickie had been right. She could do worse.
Ari turned toward the priest, listening to the words as old as time itself, that would bind them as man and wife. When it was time, Ari said “I do" without hesitation. Somehow, she was already his, and he was hers. She wondered if he felt it, too.
Finally, the priest said, “I now pronounce you man and wife." Then he turned to Grayson and said, “You may now kiss the bride."
Grayson took her into his strong arm
