The kiss was simple, yet Mira felt as if she were floating on clouds, fireworks exploding in her mind. It was a moment suspended in time, one she would never forget. If there were a better way to describe it, she would have used it, but nothing could tell the way her heart raced or the way her senses heightened. Just then, Zamian pulled away, and the crowd erupted into applause, snapping her back to reality. It was only then that Mira realized they were not alone, and her cheeks flushed a deep pink.
Zamian had specifically instructed the priest not to say the words: "If you don't want the marriage, say it now or forever hold your peace."
Mira had no idea about this clause, and now the next item on the agenda was bouquet tossing. Her mind was still reeling from the kiss, making it hard to focus on the festivities around her.
