They filled out the appropriate paperwork and had to wait a few hours before they could go into the courtroom to officiate the ceremony. Grayson called his friend Thomas to be a witness. Basra wore a knee-length pale blue dress with navy pumps. Her hair, still straight from her audition, was pulled neatly into a bun. At the request of Grayson, she only sported a light tint of lip gloss. By one o’clock that afternoon, they were married. Basra, Grayson, and Thomas went to eat pizza afterward. The more Basra thought about it, the more her nerves boiled. “I can’t believe I’m married,” she kept saying. “Having second thoughts already?” commented Thomas. “Hope not, because the divorce won’t be nearly as easy,” said the recent divorcee. “I’m not having second thoughts, I’m just shocked that’s it.” “Well now you get to become a citizen,” Thomas mentioned. “Oh, yeah. I need to look into that,” she replied. “We should go get rings,” said Grayson with excitement.
