{Third person pov}
Pixie decided she is having another conversation with Pete after the ceremony.
Pete has been under the tree, sitting on the wooden bench for hours. He thought he could handle the scene of Barry and Pixie together but his brain could only take little of their love display for a short time before it starts to burst out again.
The kissing scenes or make out scenes of Pixie and his nephew does not bother him that much. What makes his heart bitter is the love he could see, sparkling in their eyes, but he still gotta be happy for them, despite being sad himself.
"There you are!"
The familiar feminine voice made Pete sigh. He knew the owner of the voice without checking or thinking about it. It was Pixie's voice. The girl in his head.
She grinned at him, walking towards him in fast steps.
