The priest said those vital words. “If anyone in the room has cause to believe Opal Shaw and Charles Clarke shouldn’t be joined in matrimony, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.”
Tony glanced up, and saw her staring right back at him. He licked his lips, and when the priest was about to pronounce them man and wife, Tony stood up.
Gasps and mummers erupted.
“I object, and I refuse to allow Opal to go through with this,” he said, loud and clear for everyone to hear.
Richard stood, and Opal made her way down to him.
Fuck, what had he just done?
The End