The next morning, Chris woke up late and went downstairs. He realized he wasn't made for this kind of life. Life before marriage was fun for him. He would not care when the morning would happen and when the night would fall.
Even though he had bathed, he still felt tired and sleepy. Chris sat on the couch and lay on it when Suzy's voice fell into his ears.
"We need to go to the Onetti Mansion," Suzy pronounced.
"Why?" Chris kept his eyes closed.
"The reception is there, not here," Suzy replied.
"It is in the evening. I feel sleepy and my head is aching. I didn't even drink last night," Chris complained while keeping his eyes shut.
Suzy walked up to him and sat on the rug. She started massaging his head when Chris shot open his eyes. He tilted his head back to look at her. "What are you doing?" Chris queried.
"Massaging your forehead," Suzy replied. "Your headache will go. Close your eyes," she said in her soft tone.
