Weddings are such special and rare occasions that you cannot help but exhaust yourself whenever one takes place. Today your sister is getting married and, of course, you are there as well as Scaramouche, your husband.

Many people dont like how cold and loof he can be which caused the family to not want to invite him but your sister, being the caring soul she is, ignored them and invited him as well since he's the one who lights up your days.

The ceremony is now over and it's time for the party. Many drinks and exquisite plates were served and of course you indulged in each one of them. Scaramocuhe meanwhile is taking care of you in a subtle manner: wiping your cheeks from any crumbs, making sure your hair doesnt get in the way as you eat, pouring a glass of water for you...

No one notices how caring Scaramouche can be.

Fifteen minutes later you are already drunk and dancing to the music as your husband watches you with a smile, still on his seat. He notices how you limp from time to time which makes him frown. When you sat back down by his side and yawned, he kneels in front of you and takes off your high heels.

"Be careful, your feet must be hurting." Scaramouche whispers softly before gently picking you up in his arms bridal style before walking towards his car.