His face ticked at the recognition of sadness in Graciela's face, and quickly Edward felt flustered. She should not be crying on her wedding day, she should be happy for this was---
His thoughts faltered for a moment as he remembered while this was the first time he was and planned to marry, Graciela had thought the same thing not too long ago and now here she was again. It was more complex than he had initially assumed seconds ago, a fact that he, admittedly, sometimes forgot. Edward hadn't much pressed Graciela for details from her previous marriage, thinking it unwise to ask for information and stories that most certainly did not concern him. When she felt it necessary, he knew she would tell him whatever relevant. But for now, Edward was content with only looking at the future.
"No," he responded clearly, raising his chin slightly. Taking his hands, he cupped both sides of Graciela's face. The only kind of tears that should be falling down her face today would be those of gut-splitting laughter from his excellent toast to his wife (that Derek had so graciously helped to spruce up). Edward knew it wasn't traditional for the groom to make a toast in all the mix of toasting and dinner but.... he had thought it appropriate.
"I am lucky to have finally found you," he established, a content smile forming on his face. "I am much less capable of being social, you have worked a miracle on me." Alright, perhaps he was plagiarizing his future self already, but it was the truth.
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