Bleidd stops Zahra from entering his room, “wait, let me pick you up.”
“What for?” she asks, confused.
“It is just a European tradition,” he says, ready himself to pick her up.
“I thought we are in America?” Zahra says as he sweeps her up in his arms.
“My family is originally from Italy,” he says carrying her into his room.
‘Redheads from Italy?’ Zahra thinks to herself that it is strange.
Bleidd puts her down once inside the room.
“What now?” she chuckles.
“Now we consummate our marriage while my family watch,” Bleidd spills out the words without thinking.
“What are you talking about? You don’t mean that people are actually going to come and watch us?” Zahra protest.
“Not exactly. They will watch through my mind,” Bleidd explains, reaching for her dress to unfasten it.
“Why? D
