Aleksander and Izabella were standing together with hands clasped. They were constantly beaming at one another.
"You chained me publicly, eh, at last?"
She scowled at him, "What?" "Shouldn't it be reversed?"
Aleksander erupted in laughter. "Until the very last minute, you're hard to get, baby, but it's worth it."
He had graciously pardoned her for focusing on anything else because she was incredibly appreciative. She knew he would inquire about her delay in asserting her claim to him later.
Brigitte waved at the photographer, "We need the wedding party to gather for pictures. We've placed flip-flops in your wedding favor bags. Please meet up at the center of the pavilion. The guests can go down to the long table celebration."
Aleksander and Izabella were showered with birdseed as the
