Jenna was in a foul mood, dreading the idea of going on a honeymoon with Marcel. Once again, her wishes were brushed aside, with Marcel doing whatever he deemed fit. Sighing, she slipped on her goggles and wrapped a scarf around her neck, then grabbed her handbag.
As she stepped out of the room, her eyes landed on Marcel, who looked effortlessly attractive in a casual white t-shirt and navy blue trousers. She was grateful for the black shades hiding her gaze as it lingered on him a little longer than she intended.
“You look quite elegant. Just like Marcel Mikaelson’s wife,” he remarked with a smirk, his voice laced with a mix of teasing and pride.
Jenna remained silent, brushing past him without a word. When she reached the entrance of the mansion, she spotted Kai, who was engaged in a
