After a few days of being engaged, Adam and Robyn got the itch to tie the knot. Neither of them wanted a big wedding party, though, so they headed out to the esplanade, which is probably the prettiest place in all of Twinbrook.
They exchanged vows and rings while from nowhere soft strings serenaded them. They were both really happy and seemed content with the quiet, intimate wedding.
And when it was over, Robyn's name had changed to Robyn Rollins, which I think has the alliterative poetry of the great fictional journalist Lois Lane. Of course, that could just be me.
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