"Sophia Dylan, are you willing to take so-so as your mate?" Robert asks, clearing his throat while all people here give me a standing ovation. They cheer and clap their palms together, I'm finally getting mated today. Oh my goodness!
"Sophia! Sophia! Sophia!" Martha calls my name twice and as I look and wave at her, she screams on top of her voice with happiness. I wink at her, and Robert continues to speak. Ben readjusts his tie and stands opposite me, winking every now and then. His lips beam with great smiles as all people here keep hailing us with their hands.
"Sophia Dylan, are you willing to take Ben as your mate?" Robert says, and my heart leaps in both fear and joy. I walk up to the rite can, and I pick up the dagger. I slice my right palm a bit and blood oozes out but in low quantities as usual, so I have to cut my hands deeply to get the required amount. I do that, and return to my original position.