~Noelle~
A vow? Shit!
Lynx scoots away from us, grabbing the tray off her father's lap and placing it to the side. She finds another spot on the porch to seat. Since it's practically the entire town that's here to watch us, I feel a bit out of pocket.
I could have- I should have said no. But Dante pissed me off, and now we're about to passive aggressively give each other compliments.
'This is your fault. Get up.' he orders. I sigh, bossy mother fucker. Dante rises and takes one step up the porch. I repeat his motion, a little slower. It's only when I move that I realize my body is still in the process of healing.
We both stand facing each other, with the velvet blue box holding the rings tucked safely in Dante's hand. "So, you wanna go first?"
'Hell no. Your decision, you go first. Wow the people with your sweet vows to our marriage.'
