THE priest looked at him. “Adam Whitlock, do you take Ruby Rose Smith as your lawfully wedded wife—”
"I do, father," his quick response elicited laughter from his family. He even heard Ruby chuckling.
The priest cleared his throat. "Let me finish first, Mr. Whitlock."
He felt his cheeks blushing. Wait, is there more? s**t! Did I just make a fool out of myself?
“C-continue, father.” He timidly uttered.
“Adam Whitlock, do you take Ruby Rose Smith as your lawfully wedded wife, in richer, and in poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do your part?”
“Yes, father. I do.” He answered again. At that moment, he ensured that the priest had finished speaking. He didn’t want to feel embarrassed again.
Then the priest looked at his bride, “Ruby Rose Smith, do you take Adam Whitlock ay you
