Marina gave a snort, envisioning all the camp bitches working together to carry Vic to the ceremony. She didn't envy their job. One thing for sure was that the patches responsible for carrying her would have a much easier time. "I better be there to see all that go down."
Sipping at her own drink slowly, she waits a moment before shaking her head at Noa. "No, I don't need to go all Runaway Bride or anything. Because you're right. I've worked too damn hard to clean up for this," she said, giving a more natural laugh this time. "But more importantly, I wouldn't want to do that to Vic. I'm not worried about me and him. I just--" She stopped herself short, shaking her head and how stupid she was being.
"I never thought I'd be someone's wife. Does it really change how people are going to see me? Vic--he was worried about if anything ever happened to him, and if I wasn't his old lady, I wouldn't be as protected. I don't think that's the only reason for all this. I love him. I do. I just don't know what to expect after all this."