**** Amora ****

“Father,” I started, “when you’re not in the church, you’re at the school, and we’re ready.”

“Amora, shouldn’t you be waiting for your mother’s blessing, dear?” The worry was clear all over his face.

“My mother,” I stated firmly, “trusts my judgment. You should as well, Father.”

Ryan grabbed my hand, slid the ring off my finger, and set it down with the marriage license and the gold band he had picked out for himself this morning on the table.

“Marry us, please, or we’ll have to go to the courthouse with or without the Church’s blessing. That is something her mom won’t like.”

Kelvin snorted behind...