"WOW!"
Felicy admired Kristyn as she made her way over to her. The wedding had finally ended and the guests were seeing their way out, Horace thanking them at the doors for celebrating with them and handing out little gift bags. They may be little, but whatever's in there can easily cover the expenses of two cars and a house.
Kristyn was supposed to be there, beside him, doing the same thing. But she'd danced way too much in her new shoes and had bruised her heels. She planned to hide the injury from Horace and quietly help him out. But she winced slightly while they were dancing and he caught her like a hawk besieging its prey from above.