My Groom Fled Again, so I Chose Another
When we try to get our marriage registered for the 18th time, Derek Hubbard has forgotten to bring his ID again.
The thing is, I reminded him to bring his ID three times last night.
He told me, "Got it. This time, I'm definitely marrying you. There won't be a problem throughout the registration."
But as soon as we arrive at the city hall, Derek searches through his pockets. In the end, he calls Lessie Davenport with a frown.
"Lessie, did I leave my ID with you?"
As I sit in the waiting area, I suddenly let out a soft chuckle.
Half an hour later, Lessie arrives at the city hall. She hands the ID over to Derek with red-rimmed eyes.
"My stomach hurts a lot, Derek…"
Derek's expression changes drastically. He quickly supports her and steers her toward the exit.
"Wait for me here, Celine. I'll be back soon."
I nod in response while watching Derek walk away from me, just like how he did for the past 17 times.
When Derek's silhouette disappears, I dig out my phone and send a text message to someone else.
"Are you here yet?"
Three minutes later, a man walks into the city hall. He hands both of our IDs through the hole in the counter.
"Hi, we're here to register our marriage."