“C’mon, who doesn't dream of a dove release at their wedding, mate?” Charles asks, leaning back in the hotel armchair with a crooked grin. “Thought it was more tasteful than some lousy ol’ butterflies, myself.”
The corner of Edwin’s lips twitches upward, and Charles feels a surge of syrupy-sweet triumph. “The damned creatures shat on my dear Aunt Edmonia,” he reminds him wryly.
Charles barely hides his undignified snort. He had forgotten about that. “Still,” he shrugs, “it was aces, yeah? People will be talking about it for years!”
Edwin blinks once, then twice, before shaking his head almost disbelievingly. “Charles!” he chastises. “Stop being so…nice.”
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Alpha Charles Rowland knew that marrying omega Edwin Payne would be full of surprises, but nothing could have prepared him for this.