Caroline was grinning at him; Evander did not grin back, because grown men did not grin, not if they had any dignity; but he felt a bubble of something in his chest that was perhaps the temptation to. Because she seemed happy. And if she was happy, he must be doing something right.
And she was even looking forward to making their exit. His ears went a little red at that; in nerves, mostly. Otherwise, admittedly, he too was looking forward to making their exit, just to be out of the crowd of people – whom he felt were watching his every move, in spite of his also being quite sure everyone here had far better things to do than that. And Caroline’s company had been perfectly pleasant, perfectly comfortable to be in their whole courtship, so really being married ought not to impair that, should it? The rest of the evening, the rest of the honeymoon, should come quite naturally.
“I’m sure you know I feel much the same,” Evander murmured back to her, trying to sound more confident than he felt – he reached for his glass again, finding that it had been refilled without him so much as noticing. Really what he wanted to do was check his pocketwatch, but it would probably be rude if he were spotted doing so at his own wedding. And perhaps it was a little too early yet to start worrying about being late for the prearranged portkey to the first stop in Paris. They were probably not going to miss it, with roughly another three hours yet to go.
And she was even looking forward to making their exit. His ears went a little red at that; in nerves, mostly. Otherwise, admittedly, he too was looking forward to making their exit, just to be out of the crowd of people – whom he felt were watching his every move, in spite of his also being quite sure everyone here had far better things to do than that. And Caroline’s company had been perfectly pleasant, perfectly comfortable to be in their whole courtship, so really being married ought not to impair that, should it? The rest of the evening, the rest of the honeymoon, should come quite naturally.
“I’m sure you know I feel much the same,” Evander murmured back to her, trying to sound more confident than he felt – he reached for his glass again, finding that it had been refilled without him so much as noticing. Really what he wanted to do was check his pocketwatch, but it would probably be rude if he were spotted doing so at his own wedding. And perhaps it was a little too early yet to start worrying about being late for the prearranged portkey to the first stop in Paris. They were probably not going to miss it, with roughly another three hours yet to go.
