His only defence was that she looked stunning. It was hardly a reasonable excuse, but it was his only justification.
He was surrounded by his friends and family, laughing at a joke her father had made. Paper lanterns and fairy lights seemed to float above their heads and the white satiny fabric tickled his bare feet. His ears heard the voices of their families and friends but his eyes followed her. She twirled with Quinn on the grass, her white dress flaring out around her voluptuous hips. She laughed at Quinn's dancing and her left hand coming up to cover her mouth. Sam stood suddenly, reaching for a glass of champagne and spoon.
The light ting sound resonated and quietened the guests, stilling the dancers and turning heads.
"Once, Mercedes had a very difficult time trying to introduce me to her friends," A few knowing chuckles were heard from the guests. "So, in a fit of comedy, I became Sam Evans, Mercedes' bitch." Laughter broke out and Sam waited a few minutes for the guests to quieten. "We don't have that problem anymore Sweetheart!" He said smiling at a giggling Mercedes. He reached out his hand for her and Mercedes walked to his side, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm Sam Evans and this is my wife, Mercedes Evans." He announced, smiling down at her.
"I'm Mercedes Jones-Evans, and this is Sam Evans my…husband."