“Thank you so much for coming, I’m so glad y’could make it!” Gwen grinned widely as she greeted them, her drink in her hand and careful not to spill it on her dress. Sure, her and Owen’s whole wedding was a sham (but nobody knew that), but she was genuinely having the time of her life at the reception. She was glad that they’d decided to have the reception at a pub -- everyone seemed to be right at home (especially all of her family visiting from Ireland) and ready to have a great time.
“Make sure you get yourself a drink. I mean, I know it’s an open bar n’all but I wouldn’ put it pas’ my family t’find a way to close the place down...”












