“Mom, Dad, Chief Swan, Bella and I have something to ask you.” Jasper started in, looking each of them in the eye.
I watched as Charlie put his silverware down and the color left his face. I knew he thought Jasper was about to ask permission for my hand.
“We would like to ask for your support and blessing, on our marriage and your forgiveness for not doing it the way we know you would have preferred.” Jasper squeezed my hand but held his head high. I looked at Charlie and dropped my head at the hurt in his eyes. “Bella and I are married.”
There was silence for several minutes. The only sound, Mrs. Whitlock’s silverware hitting her plate as Jasper’s words hung in the air.
