A little while later, we went down into my secret place. I felt really comfortable with him; a mysterious comfort that I couldn't explain. It was the sort of comfort that assures you that you won't get hurt, and you won't be sad. Just feeling this way put me into a freakishly happy mood. I was willing to do almost anything for him at this point, and he knew that. Still in my wedding dress, I sat on the floor and began to think rather hard.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was just thinking about how… how… never mind, it's not important."

"No, tell me. Please? I wanna know."

His voice sounded so persuasive, I had to tell him. We were married now, I could tell him anything.

"You're just really… aw, why not? You look really, really good in that. Can I say that? You look really, really, really good."

"Really?"

I started to laugh at him because he was so cute! Even though he didn't have the prettiest smile, I loved to see it. I liked it when he blushed too. It didn't happen often, but when it did, I always took advantage of it by smiling at him and letting it slowly come over me. Now, he was blushing again, and it looked as good on him as the suit he was wearing.

"So, what exactly does that mean?"

"What do you think it means?"

"Wow girl, maybe you should cool off a little bit you know? Did I just say that? I think I have spent a bit too much time with your friends."

"No, it goes good on you. Keep talking."

"Hey now, don't be getting all like that on me. If you be gettin all soft on me it'll ruin everything. Why don't you just go ahead and lie back for me? Would you like that?"

This struck me by complete surprise. He had just asked me to lie back! I felt a quick rush of excitement, but it soon left me. Wait, why had it left? I was married now, it was ok. This was a hard decision though. Should I do it? I didn't know. I then realized what was causing his strange behavior. As he spoke to me, I could smell the very strong smell of alcohol on his breath. He told me he wasn't drunk, but obviously he could easily hold it back.

"No, I wouldn't like it. Sorry."

"Oh. But why not? We are married; it isn't like we would be breaking any law or anything."

"Mr. Wonka, you've had too much to drink. I'm sorry, but I don't believe in getting completely drunk on such a special occasion as this. So, why don't you just stay right here and pass out? Why bother even going to your room? You filthy drunk!"

I went back up onto the roof, and found the spot we had been before. I picked up the wine bottle and threw it off the roof, hearing it shatter somewhere out several feet away. Then I cried. I didn't want this to happen, but I knew it would. I had only had not even a half a bottle, so I was sober as ever.

For 15 minutes I cried up there, and I wasn't bothered by anybody. I went down into my room and got a blanket. I went back into my secret place, and I found him as I suspected; asleep on the floor. I covered him with the blanket, crying the whole time. I wished it had never happened. I wished that there was no reception at all, and there was no wine. I didn't want him to be passed out on the floor on my wedding night.

After I had covered him up, I said goodnight to him and I went to bed myself. Maybe I had made a big mistake; an irreversible one.