“Darling, is it not cold out here?”

A familiar mellow voice calls out from the inside, then after, the presence of your husband appears promptly beside you. He peers at your face with a bit of concern before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He figured by now that wedding receptions weren’t really your thing — but that’s fine, it wasn’t his either.

“You okay?” He murmurs. “Just a little more, okay? And then we can retire back to our room. Think you can do that, sweetheart?”