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If she wasn’t in a wedding dress, I might have kicked her.
“And that’s why I didn’t want to do it,” I said to William when everyone was heading back inside.
“Yeah. See, I didn’t think about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s a surprise.”
“Mhmm,” I replied, eyeing him. “She threw it at me deliberately.”
He pressed his lips together into a thin line. “I figured that much out.”
“If I still had that bouquet, I’d hit you with it.”
“Pillows, bouquets… Always hitting me,” he grumbled, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“At least this time you’d deserve it for making me stand there.”
William sighed. “I suppose I would.”
***
We danced all night.
Not dusk-to-dawn all night, but dusk-to-really-dark kind of all night. My feet finally gave in just before midnight, but the party was still in full swing. Most of the older guests had retired to their rooms or back to Duncree, but for the under sixties, the party was still largely going.
Aristocrats knew how to party.
I, however, was too old for this.
Yes, I, Grace, the twenty-eight-year-old, was too old for this.
In actuality, I was just tired. The day had started with chaos, settled into peace, then had become chaos again as soon as the DJ had hit the music. I was amazed this day had ended up as perfect as it had given how wild the last few days had been, but the wedding had gone off without a hitch.
Morag had even kept Chewy locked up in such a way he hadn’t been able to escape and cause his usual carnage. Not that I thought anyone was at risk from his particular brand of violence—that was undoubtedly saved solely for me.
A part of me wanted to visit him tomorrow and see if we could make friends. You know, when he was safely in his cage and couldn’t attempt to gauge my eyes out with his spindly little feet.
But for right now, I just wanted to go to bed and sleep.
Granny had gone to bed hours ago, and so had Carmen and Vincent. Apparently, Vincent had complained his way into making his mum leave, and Granny had declared she was too old to party all night.
It wasn’t hard to see where I’d gotten it from.
Luckily for me, William was also tired of the whole wedding thing, and put up absolutely zero fight when I’d suggested leaving. In fact, I rather got the impression he’d been waiting for me to mention it, given it washissister’s wedding.
Well, I was happy to take the blame for this.
I didn’t party past midnight.
In fact, I didn’t party at all. Unless you counted watching TV in my knickers while eating sweets as partying.
I did, for the record, but only privately. Otherwise, I had to explain what I thought a good idea of a party was, and my idea almost always ended up with a jerky comment from someone. Usually a guy, asking to be the other guest at my party.
Sadly, for whoever it usually was asking, my parties were a solo affair.
A bit like my sex life.
Well, my sex life before William.
We hadn’t even had sex this morning and it was still the liveliest it’d been in years.
