The commissioner waited a moment, then flashed a smirk.
“See what I mean?” he said, to chuckles from the audience. “And now, the rings.”
Frederica and Josephine came forward. The twins presented two rings made of gold mined from a planet trillions of kilometres from Earth. A gift from the refugees Angela and Genesis helped save several months ago. Genesis took one ring and Angela took the other.
“Do you, Angela, take Genesis to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“And do you, Genesis, take Angela to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
They placed the rings on each other’s fingers.
“By the power vested in me by the province of British Columbia, I now pronounce you legally wed. The brides may now seal this union with a kiss.”
And they did.
A reception followed, catered by the Rogues Gallery Steakhouse. The cake was decorated to look like a computer motherboard, with little anime versions of Angela and Genesis standing on top.
The whole thing was a bit of a blur to Angela, still riding the emotional high of the ceremony. There was drinking and dancing. Leigh gave a toast filled with chess metaphors than only a few people in the audience understood. Then Kay chimed in with some embarrassing childhood stories.
At the end of the night, everyone gathered in the foyer to see the newlyweds off. They posed for pictures and said their farewells, then Dominick and Vivian brought their suitcases.
“You two be safe, okay?” he said.
Genesis rolled her eyes.
“It’s only Tokyo, Dad.”
“Still, you can never be too careful.”
“Oh relax,” Vivian said. “Your daughter’s in good hands.”
“Yeah,” Angela said. “I’ll keep her out of trouble.”
“Well, I didn’t say that,” Vivian replied with a wink.
Now it was Angela’s turn to roll her eyes. She grabbed Genesis’s hand, opened up a portal, and the two of them stepped through together.