Xavier POV
I sneak a glance at Alyssa who is shifting awkwardly on the chair, her face an expressionless mask, her hand trembling as she clutches at the pen as if it's a lifeline. I had her. I finally had her. I force myself to keep silent as she looks at the wedding certificate, scrunching up her brows and looking adorable before she signs on the dotted line with a flourish. I breathe inwardly. I take the pen from her hand and add my own flourish, adding my name to hers. Alyssa was no longer Alyssa Jones, but now my legally wedded wife. She would now be Mrs Trace. Mrs Alyssa Xavier Trace, to be exact. She looks up at me, nibbling on her lower lip, and it's all I can do not to kiss her, the minister taking the documents and quickly adding his own signature and those of the witnesses and s
