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Jordan approached with a perfectly polite, professional smile and handed Yunice a thick stack of papers. “Ms, Saunders, here you go.”
Yunice looked down and saw a brown words “Premarital
Medical Exam” stamped across the velope full of documents–with the
top.
She blinked. “We’re doing a physical exam before marriage?”
She’d thought people like these powerhouses usually just skipped everything except the marriage license and the wedding night.
Jordan replied, “It’s best to be sure. That way Wyatt’s at case, and you are too–right?”
True, Yunice thought. Wyatt probably just wanted to make sure she was clean. In this day and age, it made sense to check.
“Wyatt’s over there,” Jordan said, gesturing.
Yunice followed his hand and spotted a tall figure, head and shoulders above the back of the bench..
She hesitated, then leaned in to ask, “Do we really have to wait in line for a premarital exam?”
Shouldn’t someone like Wyatt be able to wave his hand and summon an entire streamlined. service staff just for the two of them?
“Ms. Saunders,” Jordan replied solemnly, “as citizens, we must uphold public order and refrain. from abusing our privileges. Don’t you agree?”
Yunice gave him a look like he’d lost his mind, then turned away and headed toward Wyatt with the paperwork.
Unfortunately, Wyatt had his arms crossed and his eyes closed–she couldn’t tell whether he was actually asleep or just resting.
Yunice glanced at the long line ahead. It would be a while before their turn came, so she didn’t wake him. She sat beside him and started scanning the medical forms.
Just then, a man’s voice nearby–grating and unfiltered–cut through her thoughts.
“She’s loose and saggy now, I’d rather do it myself than touch her. When she was pregnant, her neck, armpits, and chest turned black. I swear, it was disgusting. She gained 50 pounds! I had to lift her belly just to–ugh, forget it, I couldn’t even get in…”
Yunice grimaced, eyebrows scrunching in revulsion. She glanced up and saw a slick–haired, wiry man with a leather portfolio under his arm plop down in the row ahead.
Holding back the urge to gag, she lowered her eyes and focused on the exam forms, trying to
tune him out.
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Wyatt didn’t argue and let her hold his hand.
Yunice looked up slightly, catching the faintest trace of henbane on him–barely there, but unmistakable.
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