On the day of my grand wedding, I was surrounded by four or five maids who fussed over me, layering my crimson wedding robes one upon the other until I felt like a walking red envelope.
"Easy, easy! This belt is squeezing the life out of me!" I protested, wincing.
The elderly steward stroked his beard and chuckled from the side. "Be patient, Young Master. The bride has it much worse over on her side."
Chapter 95