My Husband's Brother
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Dominic leaves his cup at the counter and comes to me.
“Did you consider what we discussed, “ he asks, “About the wedding? “
“Yes. And I am sure. I want a small wedding. And I don’t want relatives especially not the press. “
He nods.
“But we still have to tell them. “
Dominic reminds me and he is right. We didn’t exactly already get married when we were in the US, but we … kind of did. In one of those churches where you get married right away, you just need to join the list. The priest wasn’t dressed as Elvis, thank god, but the ceremony was quick and … we were married. But only on paper. No one from the family knows.