On their way to the family house, Zeva couldn't help but fidle her fingers nervously. She was quitely staring out of the window with a small furrow between the eyebrows.
All of a sudden, her hands were taken by him in his, and she looked at him.
"Your hands are sweaty. Are you scared?" Her husband asked in a soft voice.
Zeva swallowed that small nervous lump on her throat and slowly nodded. Yes. Yes she was.
On seeing her nod, Karl smiled at her before pulling her towards him and wrapping her in his arms. "Zeva, trust me. Everyone is going to like you. You are my wife after all."
Zeva looked at him, still lacking a little bit confidence and said in a soft voice, "And what if they still don't?"
"So what? If they don't. Then let them not." Karl said without even missing a heartbeat.
