Page 18 of Wife By Accident

“It does. But aren’t they a little drunk to be getting married?” Leo shook his head. “This must be a joke.”

“I do!” Jeremiah agreed.

“And do you, Savannah Hoff, take Jeremiah Wilkins as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do!” Savannah shrieked. She turned to Jeremiah. “After all, we’ve been through ten years, three cheating scandals, and that failed reality show. The only thing left is to get married!”

“Oof,” Olivia whispered. She glanced at Leo, her eyes narrowed from secondhand embarrassment. “Does this bring back any memories?”

“No,” Leo said, which was mostly true. He didn’t really know if he remembered the flowers from last night or from something else. Silk flowers weren’t that uncommon. “I just hope we weren’t that drunk last night.”

“I have to imagine we were,” Olivia said. “Or we’d remember what happened. Anyway, we’d have to have been pretty drunk to get married and handcuff ourselves together.”

“You may now kiss the bride,” the minister intoned, and Jeremiah and Savannah fell into a kiss that quickly turned into Jeremiah slipping his hand under Savannah’s shirt to unhook her bra and Savannah wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Please move the honeymoon out of the chapel,” the minister requested in the bored tone of someone who’d seen this many times before. Jeremiah carried Savannah out of the chapel as he kissed her neck and she moaned, and Olivia and Leo quickly jumped to their feet and hurried up to the front of the room.

“Hello… sir,” Olivia said. “Um, this is Leo…”

“Barclay,” Leo filled in.

“Yes, Leo Barclay, and I’m Olivia Keller, and we seem to have gotten married here last night.” She showed the minister the certificate they’d found on the floor of the hotel room. “The certificate says we were married here. We were just wondering how, um, official that marriage is.”

“I wasn’t here last night,” the minister said. “But you have an official certificate, and we do real weddings here. If you got married in this chapel with a license, and signed that certificate, you’re legally married now.”

“But we must have been very drunk,” Leo said.

“Most of our clientele is,” the minister said.

“It seems like a mistake to let people that drunk get married.”

“We’re just giving people what they want.” The minister’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not like getting a tattoo.”

Leo opened his mouth to argue, but Olivia stepped forward.

“So, can we get the marriage annulled here?” she asked.

“No. You’ll have to go through the legal system to file for divorce,” the minister told her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to officiate the wedding of… Seamore Butts and Yo Mama.” He sighed loudly, then called, “Susan!”

A petite woman in a pink tracksuit appeared in the doorway. “Remember, the wedding party needs to give their real names, or we can’t do the wedding.”

“On it!” Susan disappeared, and the minister pointed to the door.

“Have a nice day,” he said. “And congratulations on your wedding. I wish you a long and happy marriage.”

“This is a huge mess,” Olivia moaned as they headed towards the doors of the chapel. “I can’t believe we’re really married.”

“Me neither,” Leo said. “What were we thinking?”

“I have no idea.” Olivia paused. “But the real question is, what do we do now?”

“I think⁠—”

Just then, Leo’s phone began to buzz in his pocket. Leo pulled it out and saw that his pilot, Samantha Peterson, was calling. It was coming up on the time he’d scheduled for them to fly back to New York, and she must be wondering where he was.

“Just a second,” he said. “I have to take this.”

Olivia nodded, and he swiped to answer.