Page 112 of Shadow Witch

“Let’s hope that’s it for interruptions,” Devon whispered.

She nodded as the minister cleared his throat. “I’m almost afraid to do this, but is there anyone who has any objections or can we finally move on?”

Paige shot a terrified glance over her shoulder before Devon finally said, “Move on, Padre, let’s finish this.”

“Right,” the minister said with a bob of his head. “All right. Do you Devon–“

“I do,” he said with a roll of his hand.”

“Oh, uh–“

“It’s fine, just keep going.”

The man nodded again as he shifted his gaze to Paige. “And do you Paige, take this man to be your lawfully wedding husband? To have and to hold–“

“Paige, say yes,” Devon hissed as he elbowed her.

“Oh, right, I do.”

“Well, then, that was very expedient. We’ll now exchange the rings.” He glanced at Dewey who floated in the air with his paws clasped.

“The rings,” the minister repeated.

“Dewey!” Paige whispered. “The rings!”

“Oh, right. Here you are,” Dewey said as he tugged them from his pocket.

Devon slid the ring onto her trembling finger before she struggled to slide his ring onto his hand. With that finished, she blew out a long breath as the minister finally announced them as husband and wife.

Applause filled the chapel as she offered the guests a nervous smile before Devon dipped her to the floor and kissed her.

“You’ve really got to stop that,” she said as he returned her to standing.

“Crowd loves it, Paige.” Devon grinned at them as he waved before he grabbed Paige’s hand and led her down the aisle.

She blew out another shaky breath as they reached the hall. “Whew, we did it.”

“Just the reception to get through, and then I’m asking my dad for that compass. We’ll be searching for your mom by tonight.”

She pressed her lips together in a tight-lipped smile at him as guests started to flock from the chapel. “Thanks, Devon.”

Their conversation was interrupted by well wishes as everyone shuffled from the chapel. The final guests shook their hands before wandering to the ballroom for the reception.

After Dewey bustled her dress, the bridal party entered the ballroom.

“Hey, we don’t have to–“

“And now for their first dance as a married couple, the bride and groom,” the DJ announced.

“Oh, no,” Paige said with a wrinkled nose. “Couldn’t we have skipped this bit?”

Devon whisked her onto the floor and pulled her close. “Don’t think so, Paige. This has to look legit, remember?”

“It could have looked legit without the dancing. I’m a terrible dancer.”

“You must have had bad partners,” he said with a grin before he stole a kiss from her.

“You really need to stop doing that.”

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