AT THE PARTY: GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY MAN!

A blush still coated Emma's cheeks as she stepped into the party venue, with her arm entangled with Derek's; his last statement before they had reached the venue still was on replay in her mind and the possessive look on his face as he walked with her did her insides good.

"Derek!!" A shrill voice called, startling her and grasping her attention. She piqued her eyebrows at the new face who sauntered towards them with a bright wide smile, and an overly dolled up face. She could already tell that the lady approaching them was the celebrant. Her gait had given her out. She could also see that the stares they had been receiving since they stepped into the party had increased.

She didn't know yet whether it was a good development or a bad one.

"Derek, do you know the celebrant?" She heard Maya ask, and turned her face towards Derek in anticipation of what he might say.