A Holloway Morning

The Holloway mansion was enveloped in a peaceful silence as Vincent and Elara lay together in bed, basking in the afterglow of their intimate moment. Vincent had Elara nestled in his arms, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her skin.

"So, wifey," Vincent began, his voice soft and tender. "I've been meaning to ask, but there's no pressure – what do you feel about making our marriage public?"

Elara was quiet for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. "Well, I just don't want people to think I made it in the entertainment industry because I'm married to you."

Vincent nodded, understanding her concerns. "I get that. I don't mean like making it public in the news, but we can make appearances together, if you're comfortable with that."

Elara sighed, weighing her options. "I'll think about it," she said finally.

"Okay, thank you," Vincent replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Elara."