Wednesday returned the kiss, running her nails lightly over his cheek in her fond manner before giving a slight shrug with her shoulder. "I was younger than her when I was gifted my first gullotine," she explained. There was the dull noise of the blade dropping and her Father's praise and she frowned briefly. Standing from her chair, she went over to the door and locked it.
"I'm trying to work on wedding plans," she said, turning back to Lucas. "I was hoping to make our day perfectly miserable, but I can't focus." It's a reluctant admittance. "I'm concered about Father. He doesn't seem to be coping well without Mother."