"And thank God you did." Dora reached up to kiss his cheek. "Remus, she would have tried to make me wear a dress. You know I love my mum, but I don't think I could wear a dress, even for her. Not to mention the shoes that would have gone along with it."
No, Remus had certainly done her a service in secreting her off to Italy for marriage. She'd gotten married in jeans, boots, and an old Jem teeshirt from her childhood. It was exactly what she'd wanted.
She shook her head. "We can have a reception or something like that once we're back home, I guess. But, Merlin, I'm glad we've done this. This was the right way of things." Dora looked down at the ring on her finger and then back at Remus, two glances which reaffirmed everything she'd just said.
They'd certainly done this the right way. "Calling me a liar already in our first hour of marriage?" she laughed. "Well, I'll admit, the thought might have crossed my mind. I hear it's different, your first time married."