"Oh Matthew, what am I always telling you? You must pay no attention to the things I say."
Matthew smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "My darling, I can't believe that we are getting married in one week."
Mary wrapped her arms around his neck "Our wedding will be wonderful; getting married on the estate surrounded by our friends and family."
"Have I ever told you that I fall in love with you more and more every day?" Matthew said, then leaned in a gently planted kisses all over her neck.
"Oh Matthew… We aren't married yet!" Mary said while holding back a moan.
"Oh, so you like playing by the rules?" Matthew asked with a grin.
"No not always… Mr. Pamuk would be a fine example of that… But with you I want to do things right; the proper way, I want things to be perfect."
"You're wish is my command." Matthew said with a smile.
Marry stood on her tippy toes and gave Matthew a quick peck on the lips. "I love you, so much."
"I love you too my darling." He replied.
"We must head back to the library before people start to wonder where we are." Mary said.
Matthew grabbed his glass oh scotch and escorted Lady Mary back to the drawing room.