"We can do it, Marga. Just trust me, let me hold your hand so you don't get nervous, okay?" he said, and I just felt his warm palm occupy my hand as we walked inside.

We apologized to the Judge for the delay when we returned inside. He simply nodded, and the ceremony resumed.

My parents frowned at the recollection, as did Klark's parents, but when they saw me with them, they smiled back. Perhaps they thought the marriage would fail because I saw the nervousness on Klark's parents' faces and my parents' surprise at my attitude, even though they didn't know the truth.

Oh, my God. I almost took...