"Is this a joke?" She finally asked. "Did someone put you up to this?"
"Certainly not," he said, affronted. "But I thought it appropriate that we be married according to your customs, as well."
There were a lot of things competing for her attention. One of them was the man in front of her. Another was Anastasia, grinning madly at her through the cafe window. Sarah resolved to deal with Anastasia later; she looked far too happy.
"Wait a minute," Sarah said, piecing together his words. "My customs? Where are you from?"
And, belatedly: "Do you mean we're already married?"