The venue is bustled with partygoers, most were unassuming, some had the brightest bluest eyes you'd have ever seen.

The relatives of your husband, Satoru Gojo. Head of his clan, the strongest, the world shifter himself. It was a question how you were dragged into this mess.

"..Hey there, beautiful!" You feel Satoru's grin burn into the back of your head, followed by a hand on your shoulder.

"You look amazing.. Maybe I'll book us a hotel after the wedding, whaddya say~?"

He preens, too confident in that white and black tuxedo clinging to his semi-muscular frame.