Nathaniel Besian's face turned bright red from holding back laughter.
"Still not her." Terrence Lentz continued shaking his head.
He went through ten people in a row, but Terrence Lentz kept shaking his head.
Flora Tiarks squinted her eyes, "Groom, you better be careful. Is it still not her this time?"
Flora Tiarks was very puzzled. Terrence Lentz only brushed each person's hand lightly—how could he be so sure that none of those hands belonged to Viola Thompson?
"Still not her."
Flora Tiarks pulled Viola Thompson's hand over, "Try again."
Terrence Lentz first touched it lightly with his finger, then cupped her hand fully with his own. "Viola."
Flora Tiarks couldn't swap someone out quickly enough and resorted to trickery, "Groom, you've guessed wrong."
"No, I didn't."
Flora Tiarks rolled her eyes, "Are you sure? If you've guessed wrong, you won't get to marry the most stunning beauty in the universe!"
"I'm sure." Terrence Lentz pulled off the blindfold.
No doubt.
