Page 114 of The Dis-Graced

“Fuck tradition.”

“In that case, of course I will,” he pulls a box out of his pocket, “but I insist that you wear this. It’s not my size.”

He opens the box, and I see a huge round diamond sparkling back at me.

“Great, now let’s find a justice of the peace.”

“Wait, what? We have the trial.”

“Screw it. Let’s make better use of our time at the courthouse.” I turn to Fiona. “Can you grab Drake’s friends? They’re probably already in there.”

“Sure thing,” she says with an excited expression.

“ALAN, can you be our best man? And Rachel, the maid of honor?”

“Grace, I cannot be a man. I can be your best disembodied consciousness.”

“Ummm, okay. That works.”

“I would be honored,” Rachel says.

Drake looks at me, stunned, like he can’t believe his good luck. I pull him towards me, locking our lips into a kiss. After a solid minute, I pull back.

“Drake, we are not going to let people who have hurt us in the past cast a shadow over our future.”

“I love you, Grace Anders.”

“And I love you too, Drake Dallanger.”

The End