The wedding feast was long and arduous since I couldn't enjoy anything in this death trap dress. I felt a bit pitiful since I really wanted some of each flavor of cake too.
Al, who was sitting next to me, noticed my line of sight and whispered that there would most likely be leftovers in the kitchen later since the portions being served were so small. It was the first thing he said to me as my husband.
All I could do was nod. I was overloaded by all that happened and wanted nothing more than getting out of my wedding dress.
My wish was granted three hours later after much congratulating and small talk. It occurred to me later that I hadn't found out anything about Shibatsu trade routes.
The plan was blown because my head had been up in the clouds. Or so I thought. Al was craftier than I gave him credit for.
