Ruth's POV

I stared at Alistair.

His face masked with fear

He hasn't said I do

I wonder if he'd dare

To deny his mother's wishes

And marry me instead.

Then we'll run off to Paris

And make love on a bed.

The congregation started to whisper.

The pastor getting annoyed.

The bride to be looking at her

Groom, but her eyes, he avoids

The pastor repeats the question

Again

This time, Alistair sighs.

"From I laid eyes on you,

I knew you were the one.

I will marry you. I do."