For a while after the dance, everyone wanted a dance with Zaria and suddenly, Desmond couldn't get his wife to himself. To say he was jealous was an understatement, especially when the male guests kept telling her how lovely she looked—not that they were exaggerating it.
When he finally had the chance, he pulled her away to the ocean view balcony closest to them and sat her down on the lounge chair, earning her laughter.
"Des, it's a wedding. Everyone will want to dance with us. Have I mentioned how many women have asked you to dance?" She pointed out.
"Mostly ones with daughters your age, who don't mind offering them to me as mistresses." He rested an arm against the railing, laughing when she sat up straight like she was ready for violence.
"What did you just say? Who said that? I will claw her eyes out before doing the same for her daughter."
"I'm just kidding." He laughed. "No one would be so disrespectful at a wedding."
