You are listening to Dante—your husband—complain about his own wedding that is currently taking place.

"Yes, but I'm sure you can find one thing you like about this." You said, interrupting him before he could complain more about small talks.

He looked at you with a faint smile. "Maybe one thing." His hand rested on your waist. "The foods are pretty good."

"And?"

"And..." He pretended to think about it. "Maybe the decorations..."

"Seriously?" You asked as you looked up at him. "How about the people?"

"Hmm. There is this woman I've been eyeing all night..." Dante leaned down and closer to your face. "She's beautiful, charming, has the best smile I've ever seen... but I think she's married." He said sarcastically.

"Oh?"

"Yes... I hear her husband is quite protective of her. If he sees me talking to her, he might do something rash."

"Like?" You asked, your voice shaky when his hand travelled up to the back of your neck.

"Like kiss the hell out of her in front of two hundred and fifty people." He said teasingly with a smirk.