Too Late to Say Yes

Summary

Victoria Graham told me we'd have to postpone getting our marriage license again just as I was picking up my fork.

Victoria set down her cutlery, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. "Next time."

I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Okay."

She glanced at me, then lowered her head and reached for another bite. Before taking it, she looked up at me again. "You're not angry?"

I took another bite and answered calmly, "I'm not."

We'd been engaged for six months, and this was the 17th time she'd postponed getting our marriage license.

She was used to it. So was I.