"There is never wasted cake when I'm around," Will said smoothly, eyebrows rising in an arrogant manner. Arrogant about his vast eating skills, oh, yes. It was definitely the way to survive when you were the youngest of six siblings, and the shortest until the age of thirteen or so.
Will pushed back into his chair to look out at the crowd, and actually glad to see that people at least looked to be having a good time. Not sure why he cared, of course, but as it was an important day of his life, he was enjoying the fact that it wasn't completely ruined by some idiot causing a scene. Because then not-such-nice-things would have to happen.
But that didn't seem to be the case. Will dropped his head to his shoulder to examine Anneliese, and was incredibly amused with how his lips could not stop themselves from turning up into a smile. She was gorgeous. They'd had a long and tiresome road, but--they were finally here. Will had never had anything good for so long, so--he now understood why people said marriage was the start of the rest of your life. Nothing else compared to this.
"Do you want to dance?" His face broke out into an exaggeratedly shocked expression at his own words, "Oh man, did I just say that?"
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