Getting Rich

"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, until you are parted by death." Yolanthe slowly put the scepter on Anfey’s shoulder. "Anfey, would you like to marry this beautiful woman, Suzanna, as you wife, to love her for better or for worse, until death do you part?"

Anfey just stared at Yolanthe without any response. Christian, the best man, had to nudge Anfey and remind him what to do next. "Say it."

"I do." Anfey suddenly realized he needed to answer the question.

"Suzanna, would you…" Yolanthe asked.

"I do." She answered before Yolanthe could even finish his question. Suzanna was so nervous that she was stiff.

Niya was the maid of honor. She almost laughed out loud when she saw what happened. She immediately covered her mouth. Luckily, her back was to the crowd, otherwise the guests might have laughed along with her.