Until I Wrote Him
“Yes, sir. We’re sailing through Bimini Bay Waters, internationally recognized for allowing legal marriage ceremonies at sea.”
My heart drops.
Like physically drops.
What the heck is going on here???
“Then,” Roman continues, turning until he’s facing me, directly, fully “can you do Miss Seethal and I the honour of marrying us on the great waters of Bimini Bay?”
The world stops breathing.
The Captain freezes, eyes wide.
My ears ring.
My mouth goes dry.
I blink once.
Then twice.
Then again.
I want to laugh.
Or cry.
Or faint.
Or scream.