(Author's POV)
"No." He said it immediately. "That's not it."
"Then what is it?"
He turned and pushed open the study door. The wall inside was covered in photographs - her photographs, frames he'd hung himself, pictures spanning years. He gestured at them without speaking.
She looked at the wall. Then back at him.
"Tomorrow," he said.
She smiled.
The next morning, they arrived at the registry office before nine. The waiting room was nearly empty. A clerk processed their paperwork with the brisk efficiency of someone who had done this several hundred times.
Before he signed, Jasper looked at her. "You're sure you don't want to tell your father first?"
"He'll be happy for us." She picked up the pen and signed her name. "He's always liked you."
She handed him the pen. He took it.
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