The ceremony was a spectacle. The minister, a man with a wobbling voice, asked, “Do you, Leo, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
She took his hand, laced her fingers through his, and led him home—not as a loser of a bet, but as the husband she’d decided to win a long time ago. And Leo, the boy bride, finally stopped fidgeting and started smiling. Hailey Makes The Boy Bride
“Let them stare,” Hailey said. She picked up a bouquet of wildflowers—his bouquet—and pressed it into his calloused hands. “You lost fair and square. Now, smile. You’re a beautiful bride.” The ceremony was a spectacle
He’d lost the bet on purpose. The bridge was perfect. a man with a wobbling voice
“I do,” Leo said, his voice steady.