Gwyn
Gabriel left right after the wedding, opting to go to the bar alone. I felt bad for him, but he promised me that he would be alright and that he didn't want to be the third wheel while Gareth and I sucked face and humped on the dancefloor, his words, not mine. Gareth told him to drink on his tab and Gabriel promised to send him a large bill. I wanted to comfort him, but Gareth didn't give me time to worry, simply picked me up and carried me off to the hotel room that we booked for the night.
"Are you ready to consummate our marriage, Mrs King?" Gareth asks as we reach our room. I was surprised when Elvis announced Mr and Mrs King. We didn't talk about whose surname we would use, but I had assumed that it would be his as that is the traditional way of doing it, but Gareth explained
