"Why? What's wrong with it? I'm talking to my bride after all."
"Yeah, but..."
"Your heart," he said, suddenly bringing his head down, "Your heart is beating loudly. Is it for me?"
"Eh? What do... Please let's go now. It's getting late," I said quickly, averting his gaze carefully.
"You don't have to be shy."
"Just stop talking already," I muttered under my breath.
He just laughed, shaking his head. He was being unbelievably difficult at this moment and he was teasing quite a lot too. Was this his real self? Was this how he was going to be with me after our marriage?
If he could cut the possessive vibe, he was not bad to get along with.
He led us to another huge structure that looked a bit like a church. The walls were off-white and for some reason, I did not like the decoration of the place. But when I went inside, I was proven wrong instantly.
