It wasn’t an enormous wedding, at least in
terms of the number of people attending—for which I was supremely grateful—but
both Kit and I would be well represented.
While neither of us was the ‘bride’ or ‘groom’,
we’d originally discussed my father walking Kit down the aisle—until my dad
realized that would leave me standing, alone, at the front of the room with everyone’s
eyes on me. Just the thought had made me break out in a cold sweat, so Kit and
I had decided to walk up together. Let the marriage commissioner and Mariel
stand there by themselves for a few minutes.
“Are you ready?” Kit asked.
“I’m ready.” And I was. I didn’t feel
nervous—well, not more than my usual baseline nervousness whenever I have to
perform in any way.
I held his hand and we walked down the
aisle, past our friends and family. There were no zombies—or other undead
creatures—besides the one I was marrying. And Boo, of course, who was pacing in
his cloth-bedecked kennel.
Kit and I had written our own vows in
secret, so we’d each hear the other’s for the first time during the ceremony.
Some of the audience—the ones who didn’t know Kit’s secret—might have been a
little confused by the portion of mine where I promised not to control him, but
I’d never meant any words more in my life.
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