Enough Is Enough
The fifth time we went to the courthouse, James Ceasar and I still weren’t officially married. We had picked a good day for it, but right before it was our turn, he got a call and rushed off in a hurry.
With my eyes turning red, I pointed at the screen showing the waiting numbers, trying to stop him.
“We're next. It won't take more than ten minutes. We can get it done fast. Once we’re officially married, you can go and deal with whatever’s so urgent. It won’t take long.”
James was the CEO of his company, so he had full control over his schedule. That was why I said it like that, not thinking it would be a big deal. However, he just glanced at the screen, handed me the ticket with our number on it, and looked annoyed.
“I can marry you anytime,” he said. “But right now, I’ve got something I need to take care of. Don’t make a fuss.”