Mr and Mrs Avery. Officially husband and wife. Something Roman had been wanting to be for a while, a husband, he just hadn’t quite put Octavia into that picture until their engagement dinner a few nights ago. He hadn’t seen Octavia after their- moment. Until she had walked down the aisle towards him. She had looked beautiful, there was no point in denying that. He may not be in love with her but he could recognise that she had practically glowed in her wedding dress. Now he had a wife, a wife to protect, and provide for. He was sure he would be doing a lot of providing for Octavia’s ever expanding wardrobe, Roderick had given him clear guidelines about that.
The ceremony had gone smoothly, thank Salazar. Roman had half expected someone to object, or for Wade to run off, or for Roderick to hex him as they had their first kiss. Luckily none of that had happened. They had been whisked off after the ceremony for their photos. Another bloody photoshoot. Roman was sick of smiling for cameras, after today he would refuse to be in another photoshoot for at least a year. They were taking a small break after the first round of photos, and had relocated to the master bedroom for Octavia to change into her second dress for the evening. All the guests were in the garden having drinks, so Roman pulled a bottle of champagne that he’d ordered to be here at this time and poured two glasses as he sat in one of the armchairs. Photoshoots were exhausting.
He held the second glass out to Octavia, “To you, Mrs Avery” he couldn’t help but smile at the words, despite being relatively indifferent about Octavia, he did enjoy the sound of that. It stripped his mother of the title. That was the best part.
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