“Repeat after me,” Casey echoed, biting her lip to stifle a laugh.
Eric sighed.
“I, Casey—”
“I, Casey.” she repeated.
“Take you, Casey.” He bit his lip. “Take you, William.”
“Take you, Will—” Casey caught herself. “William.”
“To be my spouse.”
“To be my spouse.”
“To have and to hold from this day forward.”
“To have and to hold from this day forward.”
“For better. For worse.”
“For better.” Casey winced, holding her stomach. “For worse.”
“For richer, for poorer.”
“For richer, for poorer.”
“In sickness and in health.”
“In sickness and in health.”
“To love and to cherish, till death do us part.”
“To love and to cherish, till death do us part.”
Eric stopped to check the next part of the script. “Sorry, I forgot to ask. If
anyone here knows of any reason why these two should not be joined in marriage, let
them speak now, or forever hold their peace.”
Everyone turned to look at Casey’s father.
He smiled. “She's William's problem now.”
No one knew if he was joking. Mrs. Harlow slapped his arm, suggesting he wasn’t.
Eric continued, “Now we will exchange rings.”