Katrina Kuznetsov’s POV After the reception, Conall urged me to get changed into something more comfortable than my own. “Can’t I just go in this?” I asked him as I don’t want to change. It was comfy enough for me, well except when I wasn’t fighting someone. “You can’t, love, you have to change for our honeymoon destination,” he said as he chuckled before perked my lips. I pouted but I did change it. I don’t want my new hubby to become moody because of my stubbornness. “Now, isn’t it better?” He asked as he looked at me when I was in my casual clothes, a shirt and a black leather jacket, black denim, and my combat boots. “Okay, I sense that our honeymoon was not somewhere that everyone else would go,” I said I looked him. Conall’s eyes were twinkling with mischief. “Ah, you know me

