Anthony was having a great time with Dorothea. They had slept together, three days prior and now, he was with her in his arms, while she was sleeping.
He was all smiles. The mood in the house changed a lot, because Anthony was not all cranky anymore.
"I told you that all you needed was a wife." His father said. "Well, you'll marry her right?"
"Of course I will!" Anthony answered, when he was in his office having a drink with his father, last night.
"Oh, good." the old man answered. "You know people will start to talk. Dorothea got hurt and all, it was normal for her to be taken care of and couldn't be moved. But she is well and they will start to talk."
"I don't give a damn about them. And I'll marry her next week."
His father spit the drink in his mouth, coughing then.
"What? Your mother is going to kill you, but you know that, right?"
"I don't care about a fancy wedding party. Nor does she. We just want to make it official."
