When they left David's house, Chris felt a sudden chill on his spine. For what reason? He knew it very well. 'Looks like I have to be extra careful when I'm alone.' He thought to himself as he boarded his own car.
Stefan and Cayenne went to a different direction while Chris went to the company for work.
In front of the City Hall, before the two of them got out of the car, Stefan took out a red velvet box. It was the box that Chris gave him earlier.
"This is a bit informal but I don't like it when you don't have a ring that will serve as proof of our marriage. I ordered this last night and had Chris picked this up from the jewelry store. I'm so glad they made exception for me." Stefan told her this information even though she didn't ask.
"Ayen, after registering our marriage, you're not allowed to take this ring off and you're not allowed to think about divorce either. It's such a negative thought and I don't like it. If in the future you have something in mind that bothers you, please let me know. I don't want us to doubt each other."
"Hn. Same to you. Please take care of me."
"I love you, Cayenne."
"I love you too, Stefan."
They weren't having a formal wedding yet but it seemed like they were saying their vows to each other.
"This is a couple ring for now. I'll have someone customize our actual wedding rings."
"I don't really mind. One ring is enough for me." Cayenne replied while watching him put on the gold ring with small diamonds on it. The inner side of the ring had their names engraved on it. "This is really beautiful. You don't really have to buy another one."
Stefan shook his head. "I want to give you the best. I won't settle for less when it comes to you so this time, I won't compromise to your suggestion." Stefan replied to her. "Anyway…" he wanted to put on his own ring but Cayenne took it from him.
"Let me put it on you." She held his ring finger and put the ring on. "Let me take a picture. Ah no, you take a picture and post it. Ah! No. Never mind that.
People will know and my family will know." She gave up unhappily. She wanted to moment but there were just so many things to consider.
"Don't worry. I know what to do." Stefan lightly pinched her cheeks to lighten her mood. "Let's get inside first."
"Hn." They got out of the car, wearing dark shade to hide their faces, and walked to the civil registrar while holding each other's hands. Registering their marriage didn't really take so much time specially that it was during weekday. They just needed to sign several documents, took a picture and placed their thumb's mark. Simple as ABCs.
Cayenne couldn't stop herself from pinching her own arm to see if it would hurt and when it did, she could only bite her lower lip to hide the pain.
"Did you think that you're dreaming?" Stefan questioned her when he saw what she did. "I can blame you with that. I think I'm dreaming, too."
"Don't you think that things happened so fast?" Cayenne asked in wonder. "It was just a year ago when you scolded me for being late and clumsy. It's not even a month yet since we started dating. How did we end up here?"
"The first three months that we were together, we might not be dating at that time but for me, it was already enough for you to get inside in my body and possess my heart and mind. Dating you was just to officially acknowledge my feelings for you. And of course, I courted you in the premise of marriage. You're the only woman who made me think that way."
"I liked you before we started dating so I think, that makes us even."
"I believe so. In any case, let's take care of each other from now on."
"Hn. I'll be a good wife to you."
"And I'll be the most loving husband to you, my dear Mrs. Cayenne Ardolf Dumrique." Stefan whispered and stole a quick kiss on her lips.
The two of them wanted to celebrate their wedding outside but since there were many people, they decided to shop and celebrate the event in their own love nest.
"By the way, why didn't you prepare any prenuptial agreement?" Cayenne opened up while washing the vegetables. As far as she knew, rich people will make a prenuptial agreement to protect their assets or properties. She was so caught up with her emotions that she never thought of this matter.
Stefan continued to cut the meat while he spoke to answer her question. "Prenuptial agreement is for those people who have divorce written on their faces. I don't want to divorce you so, why should I prepare one? What's mine is yours."
"What's yours if for our child in the future." Cayenne corrected him. "I don't want to deal any company matters. My brain isn't cut out for that. But I can help you deal with the employees in the hotel."
"Do you want to become a manager, then?"
"No. I'm fine with my work now. I don't want to be more tired than I am already."
"Alright." Stefan replied nonchalantly. He knew that Cayenne isn't greedy for promotion that almost everyone wants to compete for. As long as she's doing fine with her choice, Stefan won't hinder her. "Just let me know once you want to quit. I'll be very happy to support you."
"Yes, sir." Cayenne playfully replied and helped him cut the vegetables after washing them. The two of them worked happily together to prepare their lunch.
"After cutting them, you can stay in the living room. I'll cook all of the dishes for lunch."
"Okay. I'll wash the plates and other utensils later." Cayenne told him, dividing their work to make sure that both of them has part of their chores. She cut the vegetables and other ingredients that needed to be cut, washed her hands after and went to the living room.
However, the moment she sat down, something came to her mind which stunned her. 'The thing that comes after a wedding, isn't it honeymoon?'