Keara sat at a table with her head in her hands. A plate of sausage and bacon sat in front of her but she couldn’t bring herself to eat it. Even with her stomach begging for the greasy goodness. Dinah sat quickly next to her.
“You have to tell him.”
“Maybe, I’m imagining it,” Keara mumbled.
Dinah grabbed her hand and then let it go. “Nope. It’s real and you need to talk to him.”
Keara looked up, tears pooling in her eyes. “How could something like this happen?”
“It’s Vegas,” Dinah laughed. Keara glared at her and the smile vanished. “My guess is your famous mix of whiskey, vodka and tequila.”
“Oh gosh.” Keara put her head back in her hands.
“Was the sex good at least?” Dinah pried.
“I don’t remember it,” Keara said through her hands.
“That sucks. Maybe you two could do it again.” Keara gave her a look that could melt bone. “Or not. Eat something, get over your headache and go tell him. I’m going to go find Avi.”
“Don’t tell him,” Keara said.
“I’ll try my best not to.” Dinah walked away.
Keara took a deep breath and then downed her large glass of orange juice. She motioned for the waiter to bring her another and took her time eating her bacon and sausage. The waiter brought her another juice and sat a plate of chicken wings in front of her.
“Your friend sent these before she left.”
Keara gave him a tight smile and sat to finish her food full of grease. She was happy that Dinah had also ordered wings. It gave her a reason to remain at the table inside of walking around looking for Nyle. She couldn’t even think about the conversation they had to have.
Keara left the restaurant and walked through the lobby. Her eyes fell on Nyle chatting with some busty blonde. She took a deep breath and thanked God that she didn’t have to go search for him.
“I need to talk to you,” she said walking over to the two of them.
“We have nothing to talk about,” Nyle said, keeping his eyes on the blonde.
“Yes we do,” she insisted.
“No. We don’t.”
“”Who is she?” the blonde asked snootily.
“Nobody,” Nyle said.
“I’m his wife. Who are you?” Keara said turning to the blonde.
Nyle’s mouth dropped open and he turned to stare at her. The blonde shrugged her shoulders and walked away.
“Why would do something like that? Better yet, why would you say something like that?”
Keara rolled her eyes and grabbed his left hand holding it up so that he could see the gold band that rested on his ring finger. Still holding his hand, she raised her hand where an identical, yet smaller gold band lay.
“No?” Nyle said.
The tears that Keara had been trying to keep at bay fell vigoursly.
“Yes!” she cried.
Nyle shook his head back and forth. “This isn’t happening. Is it?”
Keara stood in front of him sobbing.
“Is this some sick prank that you’re trying to play on me?” Nyle asked.
“Do I look like I want to be married to you?” Keara asked through her wails.
“How’s the newlyweds doing?” They both turned to as Avi and Dinah walked over to them. Avi wore a big grin. Dinah tried to hide the fact that she had been laughing. “Who would have thought that you two would have made it down the aisle before us? You really should have called. We would have stood up for you guys. I mean, you’re doing it for us,” Avi said.
Dinah couldn’t keep it in anymore. She doubled over laughing.
“This is funny to you guys?” Nyle asked.
“Actually yes,” Avi said. “We wanted you guys to get along. We just didn’t know how along you would get.”
Keara’s shoulders shook as she cried.
“We don’t think this is funny,” Nyle said. “I mean, look at her.” He pointed to Keara whose face was covered with wet tears and snot running from her nose.
Dinah handed Keara some napkins she had carried over to them. Keara wiped at her face and blew her nose.
“So, what are you guys going to do?” Avi asked.
“Keara knows a good divorce attorney,” Dinah laughed.
“I don’t want to be your best friend anymore,” Keara said and stalked off.
“Don’t be like that,” Dinah said and chased after her.
Nyle should there trying to recall how they had managed to get married. He had been pretty drunk and he thought the biggest shock he would have from the weekend would be waking up with Keara. Being married topped that.
Nyle and Keara sat outside the office of Judge Angela Burke.
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring your divorce attorney,” Nyle said.
“The only divorce attorney I know is my father and there is no way that I’m telling him that I got married. Besides, it is just an annulment, so it shouldn’t take that long.”
“Judge Burke will see you now.”
They stood and walked into her office and took the two seats in front of her desk. Judge Burke was busy looking down at some papers on her desk. She glanced up at the two of them and then looked back down at her paperwork.
“You two are looking to have your marriage annulled.”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a question but Keara answered anyway.
“How old are you?”
“22,” they both said.
“Did you consummate the marriage?”
“We were drunk, so yeah,” Keara said and then snapped her mouth shut.
Judge Burke looked up at her.
“Would you be quiet,” Nyle said out of the side of his mouth.
“Do you know how high the divorce rate is?”
“High,” Keara said. “But we’re not asking for a divorce. We’re asking for an annulment.”
“Keara, please?’ Nyle begged.
“I am aware of what you want,” Judge Burke said. Keara bit the inside of her cheek. She always knew that her mouth would get her in trouble one day. “First, you do not qualify for an annulment. Second, you do not qualify for a divorce.”
“What?” Keara asked surprised. Nyle ran his hand down his face.
“Yes Miss. Mathews or shall I say Mrs. Smith. I’m afraid that you will have to remain married for at least six months before you can file for a divorce. So, I suggest you get comfy and maybe see a marriage counselor. See if you can’t make this marriage work,” Judge Burke said. “That is all.”
Keara sat unable to move. She gawked at the Judge. Nyle stood and pulled her up by her arm and out of the office.
“So much for it being simple,” he muttered.
“We have to stay married?” Keara thought saying it out loud would take some of the sting away from it but it didn’t.
The judge’s clerk came out and gave them a card to a marriage counselor. They were told that it would be best if they called and made an appointment. Nyle took out his phone and did just that.
“I think the judge is being on fair. Can’t you just like contact her and tell her this isn’t going to work and get her to push a divorce through? Or maybe an annulment. An annulment would be better,” Keara said in a rush.
“I’m sorry. I can’t change the law,” the counselor Crystal Jackson said.
“If someone contacted her lawyer father, we might have been able to get out of this,” Nyle muttered.
“I am not telling my dad about this.”
“What we can do is try to make the best out of this,” Crystal said.
“How do you plan on doing that?” Keara asked smartly.
“Why don’t you tell me about this wedding?”
“Oh, you are going to love this story,” Keara said. “You see, we were drunk so we don’t remember.”
“How about I talk to you guys one at a time?” Nyle got up and went to the lobby. “You remember nothing about the night you married Nyle?”
“I remember the sex,” Keara covered her mouth to hide the sob that escaped.
“Why are you crying Keara?”
“I remember enjoying it,” she whispered.
“So you enjoyed having sex with your husband?” Crystal asked a smile forming on her lips.
“Oh God. It sounds worse when I hear it repeated back to me,” Keara cried.
Keara sat in the lobby while Nyle spoke to the counselor.
“This is all my fault.” His elbows rested on his knees and his face was buried in his hands.
“Why do you say that?”
“It was my idea to get married.”
“I thought you didn’t remember?”
“Not at first but it came back to me. What am I going to do? She does not want to be married to me.”
Crystal called Keara back into the room. “Do you guys live in a coed dorm?”
“Yeah…” Keara said hesitantly.
“I want you two to move in together. I’m sure you can petition with your RA to allow it considering you are married. Then when school ends, get an apartment together. Try dating. You never know what could happen in six months and we will meet every other week and just talk.”
Nyle and keara looked at each other and turned back to the counselor.
“What?” they asked in unison.
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