His eyes flickered to the side. He could not stand the sight of her in that dress. "Please, don't do it again," he said quietly. He was too tense to add anything. For him, Lucille was so far away that she might as well be gone. Or maybe it was better for him to believe that she was, otherwise it would mean that he would have left her to lead a life with his new bride and condemn the one who had given everything out of her love for him. Something he would never ever be able to make up for.