(From Demetrius's Perspective)
The Count's family and Luc's parents held us back for a long time. I could refuse easily, but my wife said that it would be rude. So, we had to stay for a long time.
It was almost three in the morning when we finally could leave. I made sure that she did not drink much since she would lose herself and get a headache the next morning.
"We could not talk to the bride and groom much," she sulked as the maids helped her get out of her dress. I was sitting on the couch, observing her.
"You can talk to them later," I said. "What could you even do? Luc's parents were not letting you go. They are obsessed with the idea of making you their adopted daughter. Well, knowing them, it's very normal."
"They are adorable, I think," she chuckled. "I think I will let them. What do you think?"
"You can do whatever you want to about it. Either way, you are not going away from me. So, it's fine."
