Wedding Guests!! Weeee!
Carys was glad to finally put those dance lessons her mother had forced her to take to some good use. Her dress twirled quite nicely with the waltz she and Drake opened up the dance floor with, and Carys found herself quite impressed with her husband. Her husband. Ha! That was something Carys never thought she'd think, or say, or have. She'd been very content in just living life day to day, but the idea of having someone to be there along the hopefully long way was awfully nice. And Drake was awfully nice to look at too, so that helped a lot.

Of course she hadn't agreed to marry him (because he'd asked her! She'd never let him live that down) just because he was handsome, even if she was sure to rub that into her sisters' faces at every chance. There were other factors that led her to accept, but those thoughts and words were for quiet times when she was feeling overly emotional and not for the dance floor.

The song gracefully slid into a slower tune and this time more couples joined the newlyweds (holy hell!) on the dance floor. Carys smiled at their guests, glad that they'd been able to make it and even happier that they all looked to be having a good time. Her head tilted up to smirk at Drake, ready to make some hilarious comment about Martin and the fire dancers, but Carys found herself at a loss for words as the secret she'd been keeping since right before she put on her dress came back to the forefront of her mind.

Instead she just smiled and dropped her head to his chest, not wanting to ruin the night.