"Now now~ enough of that. Are you feeling nervous?" Francesca touched Garius's nose playfully with her finger, a teasing smile on her lips.
Garius just smiled. "No… I'm not. Besides, you're the one who insisted I marry Mylezra."
"Of course, because you promised her long ago. And she's been waiting all this time. Even before we were married, remember?"
Garius glanced away, muttering softly. "It was a promise from long ago… And you knew about it."
"Yes, I did. You told her you'd make her your wife after we were married. And now she's finally getting her day, after we already have three grown children. Look at our eldest now~"
"Y…yeah… Sorry."
"Don't apologize to me~ Apologize to her." Francesca smiled and gave his lips a quick, affectionate kiss. "Next time, don't make promises to so many girls. And remember… there are still two more you owe a wedding to. Ah~ I wonder what Nyxara will think, seeing Mylezra go before her."
