"I, Lancelot Grant, take you, Madeline Rose, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow."
"Now, repeat after me, bride," the Bishop ordered, and Madeline nodded.
Lance could feel Madeline's palms were sweaty. She looked confident as always, but Lance knew she was just as nervous.
Thus, he rubbed her hand with his thumb and whispered, "Just a little more before we can be together, Maddy."
Madeline nodded as she got her assurance and followed the Bishop's words.
"I, Madeline Rose, take you, Lancelot Grant, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow."
