Tying the knot

Anisa took care to smooth out her wedding attire.

While she wouldn't say that she was nervous, this would be one of the last moments she would be considered 'single'.

"Are you ready, my dear?" Hamza inquired and Anisa nodded. Waiting a moment for the Imam to catch his breath. Her mind turned back to that she used to be. Hard to believe the elderly muslim woman about to get married had once been that of a pokemon trainer. Funny how life could change so easily.

"I am." Anisa whispered and calmed her nerves. Definitely for the best here.

Thankfully, the ceremony was rather short.

"Ready to start head home, my love?" Anisa announced, her elderly tone on full display here as they exited. Feeling her husband reach out to her hand, Anisa let her grab hold. Leaving the mosque, the future looked short yet bright. Not that neither elderly person minded...