"This seems so familiar." Liz quipped, standing now, under the lights of the altar where, a few moments before, they had become man and wife.
Josef and Sophia were busy shooing everyone out to a garden area.
"Do they remind you of Hitler and Eva?" Red quipped right back, noting the efficient way the party obediently followed orders issued.
"Don't be mean." Liz scolded. "Not until we're alone tonight, that is." She cut him a most flirtation up and under sweep of those amazing lashes.
"That sweet little mouth is going to get you into all sorts of trouble." Red approved, pulling her close for yet another caress of his lips. These little moments were keeping him sane, in reality.
Red graciously stepped aside, allowing Lizzy to have her turn with Dembe under the watchful eye of both photographers. He said, graciously, meaning Susan Fairfax had pushed Red out of the way, having grasped Dembe's sleeve, directing the guy where he needed to be.
Lizzy giggled at Dembe's staunchly stoic expression.
Leaning against a nearby table, Red watched as the photographers did their thing. The man begrudgingly admitted they were more than competent, putting each member of the entourage at ease with light banter and carefully thought-out comments.
Though they circled his bride like descending vultures, never once did they collide or interrupt each other's flow in a shot. They were like a well-oiled machine. The couple brought out and captured the very best of Elizabeth's expressions and moods.
Red had to admit, he couldn't wait to see the final product for each backdrop provided for his stunning bride was a beautiful, carefully created one.
He chalked his sour mood up to the fact he and Lizzy had not shared a really private moment all damned day. Was he jealous of the time those picture takers got to spend with his new wife?
Shrouded now by the vast gardens; the sun was dipping further in the sky, casting a warm orange and purple glow off the spray of crystals pinned delicately in Lizzy's dark, lustrous hair.
Laughing unabashedly at whatever quip Dembe related, Lizzy's eyes lit with joy and amusement. The vibrant bouquet laying against the soft white lace of her gown shook in her hands as she giggled her delight.
Yes... the view was quite picturesque indeed.
"I told her the one about the old dowager lady and the young knight." Dembe related, approaching with an easy stride, breaking Red from his meanderings. He checked on Lizzy.
Amanda happily took her place at Lizzy's side. Both leaned against one another, holding their bouquets aloft as they smiled jubilantly. Holding the pose like the professionals they were rapidly becoming, they both broke into a fit of giggles when Josef gave them the okay to move.
"This is a most joyous day." Dembe looked up to the skies overhead, a blissful look on his face.
"It would have been a damned calamity had you not been by my side." Red clasped the man in a warm embrace. "Keeping my ass calm."
"It has been one of my more harrowing experiences." Dembe replied stoically before he lost the battle, a huge grin lighting up the handsome dark face.
Red shot the man a long-suffering grimace. "Et tu, Dembe?" He quoted playfully. Neither man was aware they were quietly being captured for posterity by a lurking photographer. "I should have picked Silas for the best man spot. He would have just shot my ass and put me out of my misery."
"The thought did cross my mind." Dembe teased, his mood high.
"I'll give you a new PlayStation if you go grab Antonio and Maria for me." an idea floated into Red's mind. "Or Xbox or whatever the hell you kids are playing with these days."
"It must be horrible to be so old." Dembe shook a noble head, heading off to do his errand.
"Ladies, please." Josef sighed his lot in life. "You are being difficult. I said... demure!"
Amanda and Liz stuck out their tongues simultaneously, having adopted an off the shoulder, slightly crouched, come hither look at first, to Josef's chagrin.
Josef captured the shot, then stuck out his own tongue in retaliation. Which made the women chuckle and become more agreeable again.
Red chortled for Lizzy's mood and the guy's predicament, but it was handled in good fun in the end.
Shaking his head, Red smiled at their euphoric state. Both women must be pretty well exhausted by now, he assumed.
"Just a few more requisite shots, I promise." Sophia waved the two women over. "I know this is getting a bit bothersome, but you will want to have the pictures, trust me."
Sophia gestured to props they had available for the bride to incorporate into her keepsakes, should she wish.
Liz perked up, hauling Amanda along as she hurried over. "This one... this one!"
Pointing to one in particular, Lizzy leaned closer, giving over instructions. Sophia took the board in hand, scribbling something quickly down on the flat surface.
Leaning back over her creation, the woman finished whatever she had done with a graceful flick of her wrist.
Red's curiosity piqued by all the drama taking place. He waited patiently for whatever was to come.
Stepping back into a myriad of blooming flowers, Lizzy's sweet smile softened into a shy, coquettish one as she lifted the board into a playful slant, finally allowing Red to see the prop.
Peering closer at the rustic blackboard decorated in a green spray of ivy and colorful chalk, Red smiled his pleasure.
There, in beautiful calligraphy, were the words... Mrs. Reddington.
"Elizabeth is radiant, is she not." Antonio noted the girl's enthusiasm.
Turning towards their honored and unexpected guests, Red enfolded Antonio and Maria's hands in a welcoming embrace.
"Thank you so much for being here." Red expressed his gratitude. "I know it meant the world to Elizabeth... and myself."
"As if we would be anywhere else," Maria tsked softly, kissing Red's cheek.
"Yes," Antonio scolded the younger man, "I would have been sorely disappointed to have missed such a momentous occasion."
"Elizabeth did not wish to interrupt your family trip." Red explained. He chuckled inwardly, realizing he had, for once, inadvertently thrown his wife into the proverbial fire pit.
"Her instincts were flawed, which you should have pointed out." Antonio stressed the word, his manner unyielding as yet. "Gently, of course."
"We had planned to hold a celebration on our return home, just for you." Red continued, hoping to soothe wounded feelings. "Now that you're here, however, I am so thankful for your presence." He told the truth. "Elizabeth is beside herself that you made it in time."
"As we are." Maria cut the younger man a look. "I wouldn't have missed sharing in Elizabeth's happiness for anything in the world." That look hardened just a tad and Red felt he suddenly knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of this woman's disfavor. "I have a good mind to allow Antonio to shoot you...at least in the foot."
Red had the grace to look sheepishly at the ground, taking the scolding handed him with grace.
"With that said," Red beseeched the couple, "and hurrying hastily along... would you do, Elizabeth, the great honor of posing for photos?"
"It would indeed be a great honor." Antonio wholeheartedly accepted. "One Maria and I would cherish with our whole hearts."
Turning towards his wife, Red's smile softened. Elizabeth had noted the arrival of the two people she adored the most, a wistful expression on the lovely face.
"In this instance, we shall not stand on ceremony." Maria chuckled merrily, for she too noticed Elizabeth's hopeful stare. "Antonio...make it happen."
Antonio guided his wife forward, with but one staid glance in Red's direction.
Smiling happily at the bride as they approached, the couple held out warm hands of welcome.
Elizabeth held back her disappointment as she turned to Amanda. "Your family has come to collect you." She teared up. "I hoped you could stay longer." She forced a smile. "That they came at all is amazing and I can't find the words to express how happy they have made me feel this day."
"You dolt." Amanda rolled expressive eyes. "They aren't here for me."
Liz's mouth dropped, her eyes widening, seeking out...
"La mia bellisima bambina!" Red held his breath as Maria broke away from Antonio and rushed forward... her arms open.
Tears stung his eyes as the woman enveloped Lizzy in a strangling embrace, kissing her cheeks lovingly. Hurriedly returning the affection, Lizzy clung to the woman's support like it was a lifeline.
Red nodded his gratitude as Amanda stepped back slightly to allow the move. "Zietta...don't mess her makeup... or hair."
"Oh, shut up, Manda." Maria scoffed, touching the feather tendrils of Lizzy's hair as only a mother could. "I am hardly a novice at this, and when are you going to follow suit? I see no grandchildren on the horizon for tua madre as yet, do I... or even a wedding!"
The girl held her amusement, just. "I am working on it." she sent Lizzy a grin.
"Work harder." Maria suggested strongly. "Must I have your uncle speak to Mark Donovan on my behalf?"
Amanda gasped sharply. "Don't you dare!" The woman turned to a patiently waiting, "Zietto... make her behave!"
Lizzy giggled happily. Her smile softened as Antonio approached and engulfed Lizzy and Maria in his arms.
"Oh, look at you!" Maria gushed, squeezing Lizzy tight. "My goodness, you are so beautiful!" the woman looked to her husband. "Look at her, Antonio. Isn't she just lovely!"
"As exquisite as an angel," Antonio concurred, "as I have said all along." He smiled affectionately at the girl, stroking Lizzy's pink cheeks.
"Zietto...don't you dare speak to Mark. Promise!" Amanda was more than mortified by the prospect.
"Yes, yes, mio piccola cipolletta." The man nodded amicably. "I am here only in a recreational capacity, I assure you. But...it has been a while, has it not."
"Zietto!" Amanda's eyes widened. "Not you too!"
"I'm so glad you're here!" Liz's lips quivered as she blinked rapidly at the growing tears gathering in her eyes. "You're making me feel just like family!"
"Now, now... none of that." Antonio clicked his tongue, tenderly blotting Lizzy's tears with a soft handkerchief. "We do not wish to mess with perfection."
"See, Zietta?" Amanda relaxed somewhat. "Zietto understands."
Josef arrived on scene, clapping his hands together briskly. "Elizabeth, if you could just stand here," he directed her to the prearranged shot, "and the parents of the bride... if you could stand on either side of Elizabeth." He gestured. "Whatever your preference."
For the second time that day, Red felt overcome by his emotions as Antonio and Maria took the places indicated without one moment's hesitation, nor had they corrected the young man's misconception.
Blessed by the older couple's generosity, a knot formed in Red's throat when Lizzy pinched her lips together, barely controlling her urge to weep as the couple wrapped her in a loving embrace.
Antonio and Maria's bright smiles never wavered as they posed, first together, and then separately... with Elizabeth.
"Last one, swear to God." Josef knelt, adjusting his lens just so. The knot in Red's throat tightened witnessing the last photo with Antonio and Elizabeth take shape.
Antonio stared affectionately down at the woman before placing a lingering kiss on Lizzy's brow. Cupping her chignon carefully in his palm, Antonio closed his eyes for some long moments as if lost in another time, another place.
Red's heart beat irregularly when Lizzy leaned into the affection, closing her eyes against the emotional onslaught threatening.
Even after Josef captured the tender moment, Antonio stood rooted to the spot. No one dared interrupt the touching moment.
True to form, Josef and Sophia laid on the shutter of their cameras, capturing every second until Antonio slowly pulled back, his expression a subdued, quiet one.
"There is nowhere else I would rather be than here." Antonio murmured his assurances. "Don't forget that, ever."
Searching the man's face, Liz nodded slowly after a brief hesitation, her eyes shimmering with renewed tears. "Antonio..." she choked on the words and emotion inundating her. Her conscience screamed out at such a moment. She had to confess... she had to make him understand.
Red had watched the unfolding scene with cautious eyes, realizing Lizzy's tears were both of hope...and despair.
No one understood the turmoil Lizzy must be feeling now, better than Red.
Nothing would stop him from assuring the relationship Elizabeth had with Antonio would remain intact. He would do everything in his power to see nothing ever changed.
Red vowed, at the earliest possible opportunity, he would make the man see reason and explain in detail why Antonio could not turn his back on Elizabeth... damn the logistics surrounding them.
"Reddington," Antonio snapped Red from his musings, "get your ass over here."
Giggling quietly, Liz stepped closer to Antonio as Red came to her side. Maria took position just to Red's right for a series of photos Lizzy would cherish until the end of time, her new husband was certain.
"New memory card time." Josef was frustrated to have to halt the proceedings, but in truth, the time gave a brief reprieve to all.
"Zietta, whip out that arsenal in your purse." Amanda called out the big guns as both she and Maria helped Lizzy freshen her makeup after such an emotional upheaval.
"It is a good day, yes." Antonio smiled charmingly.
"A damn good day." Red concurred.
Antonio glanced as another security guard discretely crept past; their presence hardly noticeable in such a massive gathering. "There is much security present."
"Mark doubled up to give Silas and Dembe a chance to relax and enjoy the festivities." Red sought the two men, who were rarely more than a few feet away from Elizabeth in reality.
"And you too, I would imagine." Antonio arched a knowing brow.
"Yes," Red granted. "I'm eternally grateful to Mark, that I may focus on more important things," he glanced towards Elizabeth.
"Mark Donovan is very good at a lot of things, one of which is keeping a young woman dangling where marriage is concerned." Antonio kept a perfectly straight face.
"You know how he feels about Amanda and that he would jump at the chance to marry her." Red defended his friend.
"He had better jump faster." the older man's scowl deepened.
"I will pass the word." Red held his smile, sensing Antonio's mood was all show for Maria's sake. "I would also like to remind you... they have only known one another two months and some change."
Scoffing derisively, Antonio waved such prattle aside. "Time frames be damned. I know perfection when I see it, and those two... are a match made in heaven. That same perfection could be said of you and Elizabeth, yes."
"I like to think so." Red smiled happily at his wife.
Noticing the photographer's approach, Antonio clapped Red on the back. "We will give you a moment's privacy with your better half." he murmured. "I do not enjoy my photo being taken as a rule."
"I know the feeling." Red shook the man's hand. "I'm photogenic, so what the hell? Let them snap away."
"With that questionable statement hanging in the air," Red looked down at his rather dapper self, his hands spreading in a bewildered manner, "I shall take my leave." Antonio threw the man a wry look.
"Come on, Antonio... you know I look dashing." Red teased.
The older man waved a dismissive hand and kept on walking.
Escorting Maria and Amanda back to the hotel, Antonio nodded a subtle greeting to a few guards making their rounds.
Red watched the two photographers go about their business. "Hey..." he took Lizzy's hand. "Can we sit for a while?" He motioned to a nearby bench. "I'm getting antsy again."
Liz followed his lead, sitting at length beneath the shelter of blooming Wisteria and Morning Glories. "Are you okay with all this stupid stuff?" She motioned accordingly. "We can cut it short..."
"That's not what I meant." Red took both her hands in his. "I just need a little time with you every so often to remind myself..." he lifted a steady gaze, "I now have all the time in the world to be with you."
She lay her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes to the perfection of the moment. The quiet came and thoughts wandered freely.
"I hope you don't mind," Liz turned slightly, seeking his eyes, "that I put Samantha in the wedding?"
Red frowned momentarily before making the connection. Nice to put a name to the face. "The little flower slinger." he grinned. "The Yankees could hire her for the upcoming season. That kid has a promising arm."
"Wasn't she the most precious thing you've ever seen!" Liz gushed. "I couldn't believe we found such a perfect little dress. And on such short notice!"
"That was your errand this morning?" Red said.
"I was so grateful for the opportunity!" Liz confessed. "I didn't have a flower girl the first time, so I..." she grimaced, falling silent. "That was tacky of me."
Patting the woman's hip, Red leaned, kissing her softly. "Speaking of perfect dresses..." he continued on, soothing Lizzy's anxiousness.
Red looked the woman over appreciatively. "The moment I saw you," he exhaled shakily, "you literally took my breath away. Never have you looked more radiant."
Liz's cheeks took on a rosy hue for the compliment.
"You clean up nice yourself." Liz smiled softly, stroking Red's face. "Wow, what did you shave with?" Normally, by this time, he had a nice shadow on his face, but right now, he was smooth as a baby's bottom.
"Oh, you aren't the only one who got pampered on this fine day." He smugly reminded. "Mark and Francis nabbed me earlier for time in the spa. There were massages and orgies and just everything a guy could ever want. It was as decadent as a Roman Bath Day."
"You let a man near your throat with a razor?" Liz couldn't believe her ears.
"The things a man will do for his bride." Red leaned into her touch, turning his head to kiss the scar on her wrist. "You smell so good." Following the line of her arm, Red continued his trek upward, at length, nuzzling her neckline. "I missed you." he murmured his growing contentment.
"And I, you." She hummed, baring more of her neck to the man as he placed lingering kisses to her jawline before gravitating to her mouth.
"I missed you a lot." Red mumbled against her soft lips, then connected fully, kissing her like he'd been wanting to all day, without the interruption. "Lizzy..." He breathed softly.
He didn't know how long they sat there, locked together, and he didn't care. It wasn't until they were near suffocating that he finally pulled back, panting against her damp lips.
"Baby..." He pleaded quietly.
"Just a little longer." she whispered. "Then we can be alone."
"We can be alone now." he rasped. He could pull her off to their room, damn everything else. Fuck the people waiting, fuck the reception and cake and dinner.
"I want you." he breathed huskily; his tone shaky with that pent up need. "So badly."
The woman looked plaintively around. "The very last thing I want right now is to disappoint you." Those blue eyes made him believe her. "After all you have given me this day? I would do anything for you, Red Reddington." she whispered her vow. "Anything."
"No, baby." he forced a smile. "It's okay."
Taking a calming breath, Red reluctantly reined in his libido because. "I'm being an asshole. Besides, if I did anything to ruin your day… Antonio would cut off my nuts, caramelize them, then package them as a side treat at Coney Island."
Elizabeth laughed throatily. "Eww." She chuckled sensually. "How graphically put. Can you get those with powdered sugar?" She winked saucily.
"Just a gentle reminder to myself to be patient." Red held up a pacifying hand. "It's just you're so fucking beautiful in that dress. You remind me of a fairy-tale princess...one that has gone slumming. I didn't want to lose the chance given me." he gestured to himself.
"Oh!" she startled. "Oh, come on Red, I could have done worse... and have."
Red's laughter echoed around the perfect setting...
This perfect wedding. This perfect day. Just as he had promised her back when they were in Vegas.
Placing a kiss to the woman's mouth, Red rested his forehead to hers, enjoying the quiet serenity between them.
Glancing down, Red took Lizzy's hand, easing the woman into the steadfastness of his embrace.
"Lizzy, you did have a good day, right?" He asked, running a finger along her rings.
"I did." Liz smiled, resting against Red's chest. "The best day ever." She said, craning her neck to kiss him. "You?"
The man hesitated, in the end avoiding the question altogether.
"I devised this elaborate plan to kidnap you and elope to Bangladesh, come sunrise." Red smiled slowly. "But my carefully laid plans were all for naught in the end."
She chuckled, cuddling into him. "Let me guess. Dembe couldn't book a flight for Bangladesh on such short notice?"
"Don't be silly. I have a plane, remember?" Red grumbled. "I couldn't find our passports."
"I told you...in the black case sitting on top of the safe in the closet," Liz teased, for Red had no need for a passport. She wondered if he even had one, now that she thought about it. She imagined, if he did, it was under an alias.
"Dembe must have moved it. He knows how my mind works." the man nuzzled her ear. "That man is getting on my nerves."
"I actually tried to find you last night, but I didn't make it past Silas." she sighed heavily. "I thought he was asleep and tried to tip-toe out of the room."
"He never sleeps." Red scowled for the fact, the tip of his tongue leisurely trailing a torrid trail down the slope of her neckline. "I think he's part fish... they don't sleep, do they? But if not, where does the phrase, sleeping with fishes come from?"
"That would explain all those mermaid tattoos Silas has, though." Lizzy closed her eyes, relishing the feel of the man's hands as they slowly traversed her body.
"I have a mermaid tattoo. Want to see it, little girl?" Red replied, idly tracing the swirling pattern in the lace of Lizzy's dress. "I sure as hell want to show it to you long about now."
"The old, show her the mermaid tat, ploy, eh?" Liz held her smile. "Oh, Red." she sighed heavily, shifting about anxiously under his gentle nurturing. "Why did you give up so easily last night?" she mewled poutingly.
"Just don't." Red laughed mirthlessly. "If you're going to tell me, we could have already been..." He kissed her temple meaningfully. "Just don't." he breathed out unsteadily.
Inching down the soft curve of her cheeks, Red craned his head, placing his mouth to hers. Shifting about, he deepened the kiss, slowly lowering the woman back into the sphere of his arms back onto the soft ash wood of the bench.
Settling his chest against the cradle of her breasts, Red breathed in the woman's heavenly scent, sighing his bliss to finally have Elizabeth in his arms. Wrapping his fingers about her waist, Red pulled the woman towards him.
Cupping the man's cheek, Liz smiled against Red's mouth, sighing just as happily.
"If this is going to get x-rated, I suggest we move the action indoors." Josef smirked as he photographed the steamy couple. Both he and Sophia lay in the grass, just a few feet away, doing what they were renowned for.
It troubled Red that he had not felt their presence. It troubled him greatly, but he chalked it up to... his senses were otherwise occupied. He was allowed one day, surely. One day.
Turning his head, Red smiled when Lizzy lovingly nuzzled his cheek before primly sitting erect. She smoothed her gown self-consciously, clearing her throat.
"Eh..." A thought struck, but she wasn't certain if she should voice it. She sought Red.
"What?" he picked up on something, leaning close to inquire of any issues which might have arisen.
"Do they do that?" she whispered sotto voce, then flushed slightly, lowering her eyes.
"Do what?" Red was lost.
"Take pictures of...you know." She urged. "Couples being... intimate."
Red sat back, his admiration edging up a notch. "Say what?"
Liz fussed with her hair to cover her embarrassment. "I'm just wondering, that's all."
"How intimate are we talking here?" Red suddenly had a burning desire to know.
"That's my question." Liz wanted to know as well, apparently.
Josef sensed the problem. "We have portfolios of our work." he offered over a solution to their inquiries, even though none had been made as yet. "We consider all aspects of life...art. Living art, to be exact."
"We have used models to create paintings or sculptures. It's all quite breathtaking, when finished." Sophia stated in a businesslike manner, Red noted.
"We have filmed first births, for instance. Josef has gone into space once to film a spacewalk for a private company. It is all very exciting." She finished, her cheeks aglow with pride.
"It really depends on what the couple wants, what they are looking for exactly." Josef eased the conversation back to what the bride was interested in. "We get as intimate as you wish or keep it as sedate as you need."
"You're artists?" Red asked, most intrigued by the news.
"We are diverse." Josef smiled, "but professionally speaking, we're photographers."
"... Because we like to eat." Sophia grinned impishly.
Red understood that. In college, he was whatever he needed to be in order to buy a cup of Ramen.
"Well, this opens up all sorts of new horizons, doesn't it?" The groom consulted his bride. "I must say, Mrs. Reddington, I like the cut of your jib."
"No, I was just curious." Lizzy lost her nerve in front of two strangers.
"Now you've got me all curious as well." Red's eyes ran the length of her svelte figure with masculine appreciation. "I say we look into this new form of expression. I'm game."
"Appointments are always available to our exclusive clients." Sophia was the obvious business manager of the two. "Online research might provide you both with a more extensive understanding of what is available." She said.
"Right now, however," Josef grinned, "... let's focus on capturing you two enjoying your wedding day."
"Will it take long for us to see the finished photos?" Liz steered the conversation onto safer subject matter, as suggested.
"Hopefully they can be viewed after the honeymoon." Sophia advised.
"Honeymoon?" Liz blinked her surprise. "Well, I don't think we..."
"Well, we are..." Red halted the statement. "But where to... that is a surprise."
"I am entitled to know, surely." Liz pouted prettily. "I am the bride, after all."
"A nosey one too." Red scoffed. "You might try bribing Dembe for the location."
"Silas said, Dembe couldn't be bribed." Liz was disappointed, to say the least.
"Silas doesn't know Dembe's weakness... like I do." Red stated.
"Where we're going?" Liz ignored the man completely. "Is it close by?"
"Could be." Red hedged.
Happily posing for the couple, Red and Liz shifted with ease, going through the motions, sometimes unaware they were doing so... it was all so effortless.
It was so comfortable, Liz had difficulty hiding her surprise Red seemed so casual about the whole thing. Never once did he balk when Josef and Sophia asked him of something.
Liz hoped their efforts would prove fruitful.
"Are we done here?" Red asked his wife more than the photographers.
"I.. I would love some candid shots of our guests, especially our friends?" Liz smiled prettily, asking politely.
"This shoot has been a pleasure and a breeze. The venue is perfect, the bride and groom most photogenic..." Josef was happy with his lot in life. "It's been a relaxing, stress-free day, hopefully for all concerned."
"You must be starving, though." Sophia remembered her own wedding day several years back.
"Are those flowers edible, do you think?" Liz pointed, quipping. "I think I saw some bird eggs up in that tree over there."
"Protein is protein." was Red's motto. "I had better get my woman to a salad bar. You guys need to take a break and enjoy the dinner set up. I insist."
"That is very kind, Sir."
"Is it?" Red said, surprised by the words. "Think it's just good Texas manners, boy."
Josef exchanged glances with his wife. "Not always." he recalled several times he and Sophia ended up at McDonalds after a shoot. "But it is appreciated."
"So are your craft and artistry." Red inclined his head toward Sophia. "Enjoy the party."
"Oh, and if we didn't say it before," Josef said, readying himself for the couple's big entrance, for he was a work-oriented sort of guy, "... congratulations."
"You ready to face the crowds again?" Red asked offering a supporting hand to Lizzy.
"If it gets us closer to a chicken wing, show me the way..." Liz stated straight-faced.
"Let's get it on, sweetheart." Red snickered. He was not aware he started humming that exact tune seconds later as they made their way down the winding sidewalk to the entrance to the ballroom which awaited.
Josef and Sophia looked after the couple.
"It so nice to actually see people so happy on a day like this." Sophia mused.
"I think they are truly in love." Josef lifted a cynical brow.
"We are in love, my pet." Sophia cut him a seductive look.
"We are in lust, my angel." Josef chuckled mirthlessly. "There is a difference."
Sophia did not argue, simply looked after Red and Liz as they went on their way. "We have to film their entrance!" the woman gasped the realization. "Move your sweet ass, you jaded troll!"
Both hurried ahead, taking a shortcut in order to beat the 'happy couple' to the ballroom.