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Right, because we’d arrived at 8:00, right when they opened.

Duke filled out the parts he was supposed to on our license, and went back in with us, since the officiant is supposed to return the license. The clerk congratulated us, did some stuff inher computer, and gave us our wedding license. Master put a twenty on the counter and said, “We need four certified copies, please.”

She nodded, and a few minutes later, we were out the door.

“I’m sorry we can’t give you a huge blowout,” Gen told me, “But Duke says that’ll come later.”

“Zeke set us up with an attorney he says will be able to walk us through the rest of our day,” Master told Gen. “Step one is complete, but we still have a ways to go.”

The Fabulosa Trio took us to the lawyer’s office, and Master asked where the restroom was, followed me in, locked the door, and fucked me against the wall without messing up my hair, makeup, or dress. It was a quickie, but he told me I could come so long as I could do so quietly, and then he came into the condom, which I assume he used to keep from getting me all messy, since we apparently had a long day ahead of us.

He kissed me and turned me to the mirror when we finished. “The marriage is now consummated. I’ll do it right later, but legally, we’re good. Fix your lipstick, darling wife.”

The lawyer’s door told us he specialized in family law, and after a fifteen-minute conversation with him, we were taken down the hall, where I saw a paused video of us getting married on a screen on the wall. “Ah, the happy couple. Daisy, I’ve taken control of your social media, as contracted. I’ve uploaded the nature images and other random shots so it looks like they went up as they happened, mostly on the weekends, a few times a month.”

I looked to Dozer, who told me, “Shots of us at waterfalls, shots of you on my bike, the two of us at restaurants. Harmony cropped them so I’m technically not identifiable, but it’s clearly me because of my size, and Brain signed off on them before she sent them. Showing my bike is technically breaking the rules, but since there’s a legal reason we need to, and none of themshow I’m part of an MC, much less which one, Brain said it would be okay.”

“Right, because your husband has a contractual need to stay off social media, which complicates things, but thankfully an exception can be made for the actual wedding ceremony. Here’s what I’ve spliced together, so we get the almost-six-minute ceremony in under a minute.”

He played it, and it was perfect, and romantic, and I wanted to cry. Gen had made it so the trees and the stately columns of the old courthouse were behind us, and the lighting had been exactly right, and it looked way more impressive than it’d actually been, and it’d been fucking magical while it happened.

“Works for me,” Dozer said, and he tilted my head up. “Your parents are going to see this. Anything you want to change?”

“Nothing, husband. I love it. Theworldis going to see it, not just my parents, and I want everyone to know how happy I am, so I’m glad we get to do this.” I wasn’t supposed to call him Sir or Master in front of people today, and he’d made me call himDozerwhile we ate breakfast, to get me in the habit, but I kind of liked substitutinghusbandforMaster, and his look told me he approved.

“Okay, here’s what I need from you now,” the social media guy said. “Choose one of the shirts on the rack over there, so you aren’t in the same dress you just got married in, look over this script, reword it in your own words, stand in front of the green screen, and say it for me.”

He wanted me to take my hair down for the video, too, and it was a pain in the ass, but I managed to get it to look natural.

I read through his statement and the wording wasn’t bad, so I read it mostly how he’d written it.

“Here’s the thing, guys and gals. There’s someone out there who doesn’t approve of my life choices, and some threats have been made. I’m going to post to social media every day, andif I don’t, please get law enforcement involved, because it’ll mean I’m being held against my will. Also, if I appear drugged or terrified? Something’s wrong because I never take anything stronger than aspirin. For at least the next couple of days, I’ll post from a public place with lots of people around, and when I tell you the danger has passed, I’ll be inside the mall, again with lots of people around. I know what ya’ll are thinking, and it rhymes with drama queen, right? But I’m a newlywed and my life isfinallygoing the way I want it to, and it would royally suck to have someone screw everything up for me now. So, ciao for now, and thanks so much for all the kind things everyone has said about our wedding ceremony!”

We all watched the playback, and the guy said, “I might be able to use some of that, but you looked down at the paper a few times. Do it again, reading from the screen in front of you. Two more times, probably, and that should give me enough to edit together.”

When I finished doing it three more times, I went behind the privacy screen to take the shirt off and pull my dress back up, and when I went to hang it back up, he said, “No, it’s yours now. It’s possible we’ll need you to be seen in it again at some point. Unlikely, but possible, so hang onto it.”

We went back down the hall to the lawyer’s office once the original wedding video was posted all over the place, and he told us, “The New York contingent tried to get past the gate going into Dozer’s neighborhood at nine this morning, and a delegation of bikers convinced them you weren’t home and it was in their best interest to leave. They left a number to call, to arrange a meeting. I’ll put it on speakerphone and do so now. If you’d like to interject something, wave your arm and I’ll put them on hold while we discuss whatever it is you feel I need to know, or they need to know, but I believe we’re on the same page and that won’t be necessary.”

“I’d feel better doing the talking,” Master told him, “but we’re paying you to do this, and Zeke says you know your shit, so yeah, make the call.”

A male answered, and the attorney told the man his name and then, “I’m the attorney for Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, whom I understand you tried to visit in an intimidating manner this morning. I don’t know how you do things up in New York City, but here in The South, we like to handle disagreements like civilized folks, over a nice meal in a nice restaurant.”

“Not necessary,” the man said. “We’ll be taking Daisy home to her parents, and I’m not sure where you got your information, but she isn’t married to anyone.”

“Au contraire, my good man. I have a certified copy of their marriage certificate, which I believe they pushed up a few months, but it’s a done deal, registered with the courthouse and everything. The video should be going viral in the next couple of hours, but you’re more than welcome to take a look at it now. Do you need Daisy’s social media accounts?”

Three solid minutes of silence, and the man said. “Where would you like to meet?”

“The Rolling Thunder Bar and Restaurant. Say, high noon?”

“We would prefer something neutral.”

“Not a problem.” The lawyer gave him the name of the restaurant I’d eaten at with Gen and Angelica, and then told him, “Let’s say one thirty, so we can get in after the lunch crowd.”

“Fine.”

The line went dead, and the attorney smiled. “I believe Zeke would like to attend as well, and I’m told you’ll have a member of law enforcement with us, just to make sure they mind their manners?”

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