She was quite grateful for the extra portion of wine that he seemed to dole out the both of them. Though she knew Cassius Lestrange was likely the best of what she could have gotten during the Season, now that they were here, it all seemed....well, surreal. Picking up her glass, Adrienne took a hearty gulp — larger than she'd usually have taken, likely fueled by the pit of bees that seemed to have been buzzing around in her stomach since the morning.

"Yes," She agreed, her gaze focused on the table before her. Blue eyes flicking up to those of her husband's (that would take eons to get used to even thinking that word, let alone staying it out loud), she attempted a sheepish grin. "You'd think for two folks accustomed to the ins and outs of the Upper Echelons of society that a wedding would have been...no trouble at all." Was that a hint of relief that she felt at knowing it wasn't just her feeling overwhelmed by the day? Was this how one was supposed to feel after a wedding?

With a pang, Adrienne realized that she wasn't able to merely walk out the door to another room and confide in Aristide. She took another gulp.

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