Much unlike Mr. Pettigrew, Freya remained still in her seat. Should the bride fall — and Merlin she hoped the bride stayed steadily climbing — she didn't wish to add to the scene by fainting. What a horror that would be.

"Is any dress suited for scaling a wall?" She asked. Then, just as the bride was nearing halfway down the trelis, a shouting man, presumably the bride's father, came barreling out of the house. Freya looked about uncomfortably. Surely, the crowd ought to disperse rather than watch such a scene? Where was Daniel through all this? "He'll have a heart attack if he keeps shouting like that," she commented a bit nervously.