Shen walked out of the ballroom with his wife in his arms. Lina's eyes were glued to his face. He was looking straight ahead, walking through the lobby.
He just wanted to bring her home and wrap her up, attend to her wounds and tuck her safely up in bed.
And then he'd keep her there for a few days so he could have her all to himself.
A devilish smile appeared on his face as he thought about monopolising her attention.
Lina's eyes sparkled in wonder. Could there ever be a more handsome man than the on holding her?
The man from her dreams, the man she she had committed her heart to.
Just as she was revelling in her good luck, a nightmare shrouded them.
She heard a familiar and unwelcome voice shrieking, preceding the appearance of a ridiculous neon person who she couldn't seem to shake.
As they had been on their way out, a sulking neon prime minister had been moping about in the lobby.
