Faith
The tip of the fountain pen felt heavy between my fingers.
I held it over the white paper for three long seconds, my heart thumping hard against my ribs. I looked at the dark ink line where my future was about to be bound to Nicholas Sutton for the next three hundred and sixty-five days.
Then, with a steady hand, I pressed down and signed my name.
Faith Porter.
The ink dried instantly against the thick parchment. Arthur Vance let out a subtle, quiet breath of relief, quickly pulling the legal folder toward himself and stamping it with his official seal.
"It is done," Arthur murmured, bowing his head respectfully toward us. "I will file the expedited marriage license with the city clerk within the hour. By tomorrow afternoon, the marriage will be legally binding in the eyes of t
