The reception was filled with dances and congratulatory messages. My feet are already aching and we needed to stop dancing for a while. Contrary to the intimate wedding that I wanted, we danced a lot of show to the guests that we are so in love.
I looked at Garreth who’s already smiling at me. “I’m tired.” Like a child, I pouted and leaned on his shoulder. I didn’t even know what I am doing. All I know is that I am tired.
Garreth wrapped his arm around my shoulder and came closer so it wouldn’t be hard for me to lean on him. “Do you want to take a rest upstairs? The reception is going to be over in a bit,” he whispered before I felt him kissing my head.
I shook my head and snuggled closer. I don’t understand why I am suddenly so clingy. Is it because of his vows? Is it because we are
