“At least we have no regrets, right?” Albert lay sideways, propping his head with his hand. “So what was your ideal wedding?”
“Ideal?” Wilhelmina thought for a moment. “A simple ceremony with only family and friends, then dancing on the lawn. My mother used to dance with me on the lawn; I saw it in family videos.”
Albert gazed at her gently. “I really hope to have the chance to see Monsland.”
“We will,” Wilhelmina hugged a small cushion, smiling sweetly at him. “We’ll go together.”
I’ll take you to see the hill where I used to play war games with my friends. Our children can play on the swing under that oak tree.”
“That’s quite a long-term plan,” Albert said, leaning over, pulling the cushion from Wilhelmina’s arms and tossing it behind him.
“Now, my wife, let’s start implementing it step by step.”
Wilhelmina blinked, looking at her newlywed husband, her cheeks flushed. The usually dignified queen was now just an intoxicated bride, soft and hazy, gazing at the young, handsome man above her. She reached out to caress Albert’s cheek.
The thin blanket was lifted, completely covering them. Outside was quiet and peaceful, while inside was dim and heated. Wilhelmina felt itchy and gently bit Albert’s shoulder. They held each other tighter.
After completing all wedding duties, Angela, holding a cocktail, pulled Kearns along the outer corridor of the ballroom.
“Let’s go drink, heartbroken boy,” she said, disregarding Kains’ helpless expression. “As a bridesmaid, if I don’t get drunk, that would be against tradition!”
“What kind of ridiculous tradition is this?” Kains complained but allowed himself to be pulled along.
“I’m trying to comfort you!”
“Angela declared, “If I were you, I’d get thoroughly drunk and then find a girl to spend the night with, ending my virgin status!”
“Who said I was a virgin?” Kains jumped.
“Oh, sorry,” Angela looked him up and down skeptically. “Anyway, today should be a night of revelry. Don’t waste this beautiful tuxedo, right?”
Angela finished speaking and dragged the dejected Kains towards the bar before suddenly stopping. Kains accidentally stepped on her dress and received a fierce glare.
“Mr. Hansberg?”
Hansberg turned around. He had hoped these two wouldn’t notice him.
“Good evening, Miss Garcia.”
