Submitting.
Kane noted the wedding band proudly displayed on her hand. He smiled: “Many congratulations, Miss.Mrs Tack.”
The lady looked at the floor: “I know what you must think of me now, Mr Kane. Now that you have read the parish register.”
Kane smiled: “All that I see before me, madam, is a respectable married woman.”
“Thank you.” Rosemary blushed. Kane looked at her face. Just as beautiful. But there was something different about her now. Something had lifted. She had become radiantly and serenely beautiful, like a clear blue morning sky when the storm clouds had passed.
“We were married yesterday.”