Madeline clasped her beloved’s hand and closed her eyes. The day she had dreamed of was finally here. In just minutes she would be Mrs. Darren McGregor. She sighed, savoring his sublime baritone voice.
‘I, Darren, take you, Miss Lassiter–’
Madeline opened her eyes to see the algebra teacher standing over her desk.
“The answer to number seven, please.”
“Oh.” Madeline unclasped her hands and peered at her notebook. “Um, 13b
“Incorrect. Mr. Traynor, your answer, please.”
“Correct. Do you see your mistake, Miss Lassiter?”
“Yes, Mr. McGregor,” said Madeline, blushing. “I do.”