You may now kiss your bride. The words from earlier that afternoon echoed through Naomi’s thoughts as if on a pre-recorded loop. It still hadn’t quite sunk in that she was Mrs. Matthew Christopher Bohain, Junior. Maybe it never would. She imagined she could ninety years old, sitting hand in hand with Chris at a rest home, and continue to wonder in amazement, This man is really my husband now. However, the twenty carat, princess cut diamond ring on the third finger of her left hand provided her visual proof that yes, she and Chris were husband and wife. With only their families and a small group of friends in attendance, she and Chris had gotten married in a private ceremony on his parents’ estate in Greenwich, Connecticut. At first, Naomi had balked at the location. She didn’t want to impose on his parents, especially since Chris brought up the idea just after they’d finished the dinner where Naomi met them for the first time.
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