"Say after me, Orla." The Priest said, smiling but Orla was so scared even though it wasn't evident in her appearance.

"I, Orla Sullivan, take you, Callan Barlowe, as my lawfully wedded husband, to love and to cherish, to respect and to honour…" She was barely saying the words after the Priest. He smiled when she was done and gave the ring to her.

With shaky hands, Orla took the ring from the priest and looked down at Callan's beautiful fingers. She shuddered before taking his hand and sliding the ring into his finger, her eyes lingered on the ring for a while before looking up at him.

"Beautiful!" The...