A/N
Just in case you get confused on the laws mentioned in this chapter, I'll explain them really quick.
No dirvorce law: Well, it's just as it sounds. No divorcing. You're stuck. Unless you spouse goes insane or goes to jail then you can divorce them because it's a "tramatic experience"
Parental Consent: Basically, to get married you need permission from at least one of your parents to get married. Unless you're an orphan. Then, you don't need parental consent.
Sorry if this is a bit confusing. :(
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"Eli, that's simply just not practical," I explain.
"Aira, I cannot get married to Janet," Eli counters. "I cannot live my life knowing that you're there but you're out of my reach."
I'm left speechless. I know he likes me. But all the logistics. However I said I would make it up to him no matter what. If that's what he wants... I mean, sounds good to me.
"Here's what we'll do," Eli is taking so fast his words run into each other. "We'll go to another country and they'll have to honor the marriage."
That sounds like a lot of work with a lot of risks.
"No," I say. "I know what to do. My mother will allow me to get married to you. So you will act as an orphan until we sign the papers. Then, since there are the no divorce laws, we can live in peace."
"That's brilliant!" Eli shouts.
This is really happening. I really am getting married soon. It all sounds like kiddy stuff since we have to have permission from parents.
"When are we getting married?" I ask him.
"Is 2 weeks good?" Eli asks. "I mean we are eloping and such. No need for elaborate preparation."
"Sounds great," I respond. "I also except you to propose in that time period too."
"I could never dare not to," Eli says.
I laugh a little. "This sounds so business like. "
"It does," he agrees.
"I'd better get going," I say. "Bye! See you!"
"See you soon," he replies.
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When I get home, I tell my mother all about our plans. It was a big mistake.
She's gushing on and on about dresses and rings and love and risk. The latter two are very closely related.
I swear she's going to blow my cover with all her talk.
"Aira, honey," my mother cooes. "You need to a have a cover so no one suspects anything." Wow, she's kind of a mind reader. "I suggest getting formally engaged to Mr.Iver so it looks like you gush about your wedding with him."
"Not a bad idea," I say. "I'll tell Father tonight at dinner."
Well, this is about to get confusing.
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