"Father, I'm so sorry for making you wait."
Untangling herself from the arm of the 'groom', Fan Tiffany bowed before the ordination minister of her wedding.
"It's no problem my dear child. Were the both of you able to come to an agreement?"
The elderly priest in white robes smiled kindly at the two youngsters assembled before him, as the little children by their feet pouted after being made to stand for quite some time.
"Everything has been taken care of, but Father...."
"Yes, my dear child. What is it that weighs on your mind?"
"I would like my fiancé and I to be called by our pet name when saying our oath."
