The ceremony continues with me in a daze, leaning on my husband more than necessary, and I wonder that I must feel like a burden to him at this point. He shows no signs of discomfort though, as he continues his charming facade and smiles at all our guests. He's what gets me through the congratulatory greetings that everyone gives us personally when they approach our table one by one. He gets me through the dances and the reception, even during the throwing of the bouquet.

Now we're in the car, on our way to our honeymoon suite and his warm hand still engulfs mine. I want to tell him that he doesn't have to pretend anymore but the words drag in my mouth as exhaustion pulls at me. My lids feel heavy and they drooped slightly before i feel the car underneath us stop, signalling that we've arrived at our destination.

We get off, my husband comes around the car to open my door and offers me his arm with a charming grin. The sight of it makes me smile back instinctively and I allow him to escort me inside. My dress drags onto the floor and I struggle with it slightly when suddenly it catches onto a gap in the tile and I stumble forward. I don't land on the floor though; with one fluid motion, my husband has me up in his arms and carries me bridal style- how fitting-, to our room.

The staff that had been flocking us murmurs in excitement at the sight of two passionate newly weds and I bury my face in his neck to hide my flushed cheeks.

We reach the room and Daniel turns to thank everyone who escorted us and they head out of the room after showering us with more congratulatory messages. Daniel motions for me to take the bathroom first to freshen up and I gratefully accept, ready to get this dress off of me. I enter the honeymoon suite and notice the romantic setup, carefully crafted to create the ideal mood. I felt a wave of disappointment at the sight, I doubted we would be needing such a thing. It was just a marriage of convenience after all.

I finally managed to undo my hair from the intricate bun and am about to open the buttons of my dress when I hear the sound of the bedroom door opening. My husband walks in, looking as ravishing as ever, and he looks at me up and down. I feel nervous under his gaze and am about to ask him what he's doing here when he closes the distance between us and suddenly my mouth is unable to form a single word.

He kisses me, softly and even while I'm confused, I kiss him back. He locks the door behind us while sliding the other hand around me and I sigh. It seems like he wants to pretend at least for tonight, that this is a real marriage. Even if it makes me greedy, I want to pretend as well. So I close my eyes and lose myself to him.