Evelyn swallowed hard.
"Why do you seem unhappy about appearing in public as my wife?" He asked.
Evelyn shook her head. "I don't feel like that, Axel. I'm happy. But..."
"But... what?" he asked, curious why she didn't finish her sentence.
"You really want to announce it during a funeral? Would that not be awkward? Out of place? People are crying and mourning, and then suddenly we appear together like we are walking down a red carpet."
Axel smirked. "It is not a red carpet. If anything, it is only a funeral carpet."
"Axel, that is even worse."
He laughed. "I am not going to make an announcement out loud with a microphone. People will simply see us together, and we let them draw their own conclusions. And that is it."
"What if they ask questions?" Evelyn asked.
"Then I will answer."
"What will you answer?"
"That you are my wife," he said casually as he reached for his drink.
