The stunned silence in the garden lasted all of ten whole seconds, making the unified action even more dramatic than it was, before the chatter erupted like a dam breaking.
"Did he just—?" one of the gossipy women began.
"Yes. Yes, he did," another answered, fanning herself as though she were the one being carried off.
"He is indeed Ian Thornston's brother," Nicholas whispered, his mouth still agape at what he had witnessed. He had barely sat down comfortably before the groom had carried his bride away, kissing her in the glare of all.
They did not need words to know what was possibly happening between the couple in that moment. This was just like one of the pre-scenes for the kind of videos he edited as his part-time work, the same ones that had given him privy to Clara's infamous video.
Geneva blinked, caught between pride and exasperation. "That boy… couldn't he at least wait until the reception?"
