"Well, if we can't come to a decision, then maybe we shouldn't get married." * * * "Callie," he murmured in her ear, kissing her cheek. "Stay."
"I don't want to marry you. I'm doing this purely out of spite." * * * He chuckled lowly before kissing her gently, his free hand underneath her chin.
"No. I'm marrying you." * * * He laughed after a moment, pulling away. "You think we have enough shells?"
"Congratulations," said the receptionist blandly, tossing a handful of rice in the air. "You're married. You may now kiss the bride." * * * "I love you. You, okay?"
"Great. We're married." Her voice sounded sharper than usual and she gave a stiff nod to the receptionist. "Thanks for your help." * * * "You don't sound convinced."
"No," she said sharply, opening the car door. "Come on. Let's just go home." * * * "Because... you're not convinced?"