… Candy went into the ladies' room to wash her hands and fix her hair, and suddenly heard muffled voices and laughter.

'…. I think he decided to marry her to take revenge! Yes-yes. You'll see, then they will divorce, this will be no less scandalous, than the very last engagement was. She disgraced him in public, and he ran away, choking with sobs!'

'Haha! Now it's her turn to cry. People say he had many mistresses! Many girls were real beauties. And this little fool, in my opinion, fell in love with Daniel. I wonder when she notices that he has not forgotten his actresses?'

'She will endure to the last. Her origin... She is an orphan.'

'It's an original idea to marry a street girl. These Legans only seem to be decent people…'

The bride covered her mouth with her hand not to scream, and left the room, moving back.

Candy pressed her back against the wall, tears running down her cheeks. For some reason she, who was always bold and fearless, now, after hearing these cruel words, felt helpless, as if she had been struck in the face when she laughed. All the joy disappeared, and there was some feeling of dirt, disgust... and anxiety.

Beautiful girls ... Graceful, worldly-wise in the art of love. Many of them behaved like real ladies. Neil is used to them, used to this bright appearance, courageous actions in relationships, flirting, chic, and refinement.

He is used to verbal duels, when a man and a woman do not talk just like that, and their conversation is full of hints, double-meaning phrases, passion.

Sooner or later he will get bored with her. At some point, the novelty of their feelings will go away, and the experienced man will see just a simple nurse before him…

'I won't. I won't think about it... Now…' the girl wiped her tears and smiled. 'He should notice nothing.'

She will think about it later. Not now.

Candy smiled and went back to the hall.

'Are you crying?' Daniel immediately asked when the girl sat next to him.

This question surprised her, because she was sure that she was smiling and her eyes were already dry.

Under the attentive gaze of the brown eyes, Candy often blinked and smiled again.

'Crying... No, why do you think so? Everything is fine.'

'Nothing is fine! Nothing is fine at all!' Neil got angry for some reason. 'Do not make me an idiot. What can be fine, if you cry ?! What happened?'

Miss White stared at the plate, trying not to burst into tears.

'Nothing.'

The groom took her hand, and they went out into the garden.

'So, what happened?' the man asked softly, and Candy burst into tears, covering her face with her hands.

'N-nothing…'

'Who upset you?'

'Nobody.'

Feeling the warmth when his hands were stroking her head, Candy gradually calmed down.

'That's all right,' she smiled cheerfully through her tears. 'I just heard Marie Ann and Rosa talking about me and you. About us.'

Neil frowned, but then his face became tricky.

'I know how to help you.'

'What?' Candy lifted her head and looked in his brown eyes, which seemed to be sparkled.

'There are two ways to solve this problem,' Neil explained. 'The first one is not to pay attention.'

Miss White sighed. Well, yes, not to pay attention. They are not worth it ... But it became sad.

'The second one is caterpillars,' Neil smiled.

'Caterpillars?' the girl asked again.

'Yes, caterpillars. Big caterpillars. Fat… Preferably, covered with little hairs'.

Candy again did not understand anything, and the young Legan took her hand and brought her deep into the garden.

White boots and white shoes cautiously walked along the path.

'Be careful not to bedraggle your dress,' the beloved instructed her, bringing her farther and looking around, so that the guests who went out into the garden did not see them. 'Several times I visited this estate when I was a child, and, as far as I remember, the caterpillars were excellent here. We need to check if something has changed over time.'

The girl still did not understand anything, but curiosity was stronger than the bad mood, and she was already smiling for real.

Finally, they stopped next to an unshapely looking bush.

'Here they are!' Neil broke off a branch. The sleek, sunburned hand, apparently by the usual movement, took an abominable insect and turned it in the fingers. The brown eyes glowed with admiration.

'Just have a look. Huge. Fat and hairy… This is an excellent caterpillar! If I were a caterpillar trader, I would sell them for ten dollars apiece!'

Candy began to understand what he was driving at, and panicked.

'Neil… But you don't think…'

He raised his eyebrows innocently.

'Do not you want to put them on Mary Anne's and Rose's belongings?'

'I really want.'

'But Neil! It's awful…'

'…nastily, and disgusting,' Daniel continued. 'Almost as much as making the bride cry at her own engagement. But still not the same.'

Legan quickly collected six caterpillars.

'Neil, but we can't… Neil, wait!'

The man held her with his free from the caterpillars hand and brought her to the guests.

'We can. Anyway, do not be such a wet blanket. I have not been so naughty for a long time.'

'They will be scared! They would feel bad!'

Candy tried to dissuade her beloved, but she felt that her arguments were useless. Moreover, she was surprised because she felt that she did not want to stop him. Miss White felt pangs of conscience.

'Neil, they did not say anything bad. I just took it to heart like a fool… Anyway, probably, they were talking not about me.'

Daniel neatly placed the insects on the summer cloaks of gossipy ladies.

'Let's go to. It will not be very good if we are caught right at the crime scene.'

This seemed to be fun to Candy, and she could not stand her from giggle.

'It's awful and dirtily,' she repeated.

Neil hugged her.

'...nastily, and disgusting…' the girl whispered until kisses interrupted her.