Bryce stood there anxiously, ready to spontaneously combust, until the judge began the simple ceremony after taking their marriage license for inspection. He had to check everything was in order with their paperwork before proceeding but protocol was going to be the death of the groom here!
His palms were sweating as he held Jenna's hands and he desperately hoped she didn't notice. It would be too embarrassing for her to know that he was screaming on the inside.
"Do you, Bryce Fitzgerald, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?" the judge asked.
"I do!" he said emphatically. Perhaps too much so. Jonas was desperately trying to hold back his snickers in the corner.
