"Darling, don't cry," Briana lightly dabbed tissue on the corner of Joyce's eyes. "It's a happy moment."
"I know, hence, the happy tears."
"Hmm," Brianna smiled. "come down quickly. Your father has demanded a feast in celebration."
Joyce nodded and waited until her mother was out of her room and closed the door behind her before she left the tears fall.
She closed her eyes, allowing multiple of them to fall down her cheek once before clamping her mouth shut. No sob was to be heard otherwise everything would be under suspicion.
This was meant to happen one day or the other day. She was supposed to be the wife of someone in the same company as her father was and it was only a matter of time.
It was the reality that everyone had accepted and so had She. So, if anyone saw her crying, they were going to be suspicious.
