Unlike the first time they had gotten married, this time, the thunderous applause that filled the chapel felt even more enthusiastic. It rivaled the roars of the thunder even during the greatest of storms, accompanied by the melody of hoots and cheers. Even Zephyr was dressed to the nines in a little bowtie, sitting on Jonah's head and screeching itself hoarse in delight.
When Daphne and Atticus finally pulled apart from one another, their gazes still glazed over with honey and their lips still moist from the kiss they had shared, they were greeted by the screams of congratulations from the crowd.
"I can't believe you managed to arrange everything so quickly," Daphne said between pants, her breath haggard from the passionate kiss she just shared with her husband.
