Book3:WereMyDreamIs
otionsroilinginherheart:anger,happinessandsadnesswereallmixedtogether.Justasshewasabouttoexplode,somethingsoftgrabbedholdofherhandandinfusedherwithakindofwarmththatstabilizedandcalmedherdown.SherecoveredherposureahatthepersonholdingherhandmustbeAisha.WheAishasoftlysqueezeherhand,sheraisedhereyesandsawtheoldpastorlookinginquiringlyather.Gringferociouslyathim,shesaidimpatiently, “Yes,yes,heiswithoutquestionDimitriJa.Whyareyoususpiciousaboutthiswhenalltherestofusare100?rtainofhisidentity?Goonwiththeweddingceremony,oldman.Ifanythinghappenstospoilthisceremony,Iwillholdyoupersonallyresponsible!”Promptedbytheyounggirl,theoldpastaihroughtheritualbeginningwith,“Dearlybeloved…” Theurningtoth