A Small Wedding

Elizabeth fixed her veil. The dress was colorful, far more so than the wedding gown she wore when she married Douglas.

It made her conspicuously aware that she was marrying into another culture ... another religion. The more she read, the more she realized her entire existence before Yusuuf was highly sinful. And even her relationship with Yusuuf to date was sinful. Sex outside of her marriage. Premarital sex. Her tattoo. She wasn't worried about Yusuuf as a father, or as a steward of the wealth she had received in the divorce. But she did recognize now, more than ever, that she was the product of a very liberalized Western mindset. And it felt Yusuuf indulged that so he could have a trophy to show off, and to uplift him. But would she continue to have those freedoms? Or would he assert himself over her completely?

It wasn't enough to reject him over. Indeed, she'd accept it either way it went. It was a small ceremony at the local mosque, witnessed by two of Yusuuf's employees. They envied Yusuuf tremendously for the fine white wife he now had. And Elizabeth was grateful that she had a new future to look forward to.