Pauline's POV
The pastor's voice rang clear through the cathedral as he delivered the final words that would bind them forever. "I now pronounce you husband and wife."
A gentle smile crossed his weathered face as he gestured toward the couple standing before the altar. "You may now kiss the bride."
Zion lifted the delicate veil from Windsor's face with trembling fingers, his eyes never leaving hers. What began as a tender, ceremonial kiss quickly transformed into something far more passionate. His hands cupped her face as he claimed her lips with an intensity that belonged behind closed doors.
I bit back a laugh as several family members rushed to shield the younger guests' eyes. For heaven's sake, Zion couldn't save this for later? Though knowing them, later probably happened daily in their home. Arnold had mentioned once that everyone in the United Factions could tell when they'd been intimate because Zion would practically glow with satisfaction.
