Shouldn’t I be actually writing this story? Yes.
But seeing as these idiots are oblivious and take like a decade to realise they like each other, I’m doing this.
Enjoy!
Despite the bride’s many objections to having a big wedding, it was expensive, over the top etcetera, it appeared that half the city had shown up.
Nenet and Morgan had chosen to sit with Maurice who, despite the glamour of the party, had brought his barrel table aboard.
“This is boring,” Morgan stated what all three of them were thinking, a grumpy expression on his face as he picked at the sleeve of his suit.
“You said it, “ Nenet agreed, twisting her wedding ring around her finger idly. “I dont even know most of these people!”
“You did save them from Augustine,” her long-haired husband pointed out, “they probably wanted to see you up close.”
“That is…weird.”
“If you hate it so much, we could always sail away without people noticing,” Maurice had been joking but from the way Morgan’s face lit up, it was clear that the younger man had taken him seriously.
“Round up the crew, sneak out and not come back to this city for a few years,” Morgan thought aloud.
“Let’s do it!” Nenet exclaimed, pulling off the various bangles she worn as a homage to her home land. “Let’s go do something we actually want to do instead of sitting around moaning about it.”
Maurice sighed but also smiled. “I’ll round up the crew,” he said as he stood up.
The newly weds watched him walk off.
“Do you think Francis will forgive us for rejecting his hospitality?” Nenet’s tone of voice was blasé.
“He’ll have to. After all, love, you saved him from being ripped apart.”
“Hmm, I find myself regretting that now,” she chuckled and kissed him on the cheek.
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