Bethany's smile causes more awwws, but she shoos them away with a laugh and a wave of her hand, "Go enjoy the party, you gooses!" It's enough to get them to laughing, turning away to whisper and waggle their eyebrows.

Bethany knows her husband - hers! - too well. No garden trysting for her. If she were to guess, she would say that he just wants a breath of fresh air. It does feel and smell delightful out here - all of Bloomingtide's blossoms all out and thriving. She picks up her gown with one hand, but the other stays in his.

She settles on the marble bench here, folding both of her hands within his, and ah! There was the smile that stole her heart, all that time ago. She squeezes his fingers in hers, before she laughs. "Well, you are allowed to be as selfish as you like. You married me today, after all."