Chole's POV:

   I smile.

I could not wait to marry him.

Luka had proposed and I had accepted.

Yes, I was to be his wife.

  Time skip!

 Today was it, it was the day I was to marry him.

I got up and got ready.

Soon, I walked towards him.

   My father gave me away, and I stood beside Luka.

   The pastor spoke and we listened.

    "I do," Luka said.

I smiled, and as the pastor said the same words, I repeated, "Yes, I do."

  We were pronounced husband and wife, "You may now kiss the bride."  I squealed as he lifted the veil, and kissed me. I kissed him back.

 Yes, we are married at last.

  The reception went by as a blur. I barely remembered much of it. I am not sure why.

   I  passed out. I  woke up inside a bed and felt an arm around me. I turned and saw Luka beside me. I smiled over at him. My husband was so handsome.

     I noticed I had only my undergarments on and blushed. Luka was in his boxers.

     I was not sure why I had such a reaction, but I did. I supposed it was silly. 

  "Good morning, Chole," Luka says.

"Good morning, Luka," I say.

    I smile at him and he smiles at me.

  The two of us get up. I brushed my teeth, then he brushed his.

     We showered and got dressed.

       "You know something," Luka said as he hugged me.

      "What?" I ask. "We are married," He grins. "I know we are you, dorky man," I say. "Well, I am your dorky man, " Luka says. 

  The story continues in Chapter 11

Until then,

bye-bye,

little owlets!

Summer out!