Well wishes, from one person after another. Who knew being the bride at a celebration of your own marriage could be so tiring? All she really wanted to do was dance some before, talk to her family again, and then take off with Bill for the rest of the night.
She was nodding and all smiles when she felt Bill's hand on her shoulder. Her hand came up and squeezed it as she finished the conversation she'd been having with a couple of cousins of hers in French.
"I still can not believe you have run off with an Englishmen. A cute one, perhaps, but an Englishman."
Fleur smiled brightly. "You are horrible!" She said with a laugh. "Get out of here the both of you!" She said swatting at the oldest of the two playfully. "Oh, and watch out for the twins." Fleur tacked on kissing both of their cheeks.
"Congratulations." The eldest of the two said to Bill in an accent far thicker than Fleur's before they rushed off to dance.
Finally Fleur was able to turn to face her husband (Yes, HER husband, and no, she would not squeal), interlocking her fingers with his as she cradled a champagne flute in the other. "This is all so wonderful." She said softly, reaching up to give him a quick kiss.