With a “ding“, the elevator stopped.
The doors opened to reveal Seth’s parents, arm in arm, about to go out. The five of us then stared at each other in awkward silence.
Finally, Seth’s gentle mother broke the silence. “Who got married to whom?”
An hour later, Charlotte and Seth’s parents escorted Seth to my parents‘ home to make amends.
First, they apologized for Seth’s impulsive actions without prior consultation.
Then Seth expressed his sincere feelings, listed his assets, and even offered to sign a prenuptial agreement.
During this process, he vowed that if he ever unfaithful, he would leave the marriage with nothing and suffer lifelong impotence. It was a
clear dig at Ethan.
My parents hesitated, concerned about his youthfulness and lack of life experience.
Charlotte repeatedly painted this as the endearing innocence of a dedicated researcher.
Hence, my parents began to trust the Sanders family’s solid reputation, and they thought about how they had watched Seth grow up since childhood.
Most importantly, we were already legally married anyway.
My parents finally respected my decision and began discussing wedding dates with Seth’s parents.
I told them it was not necessary as I wanted a destination wedding instead.
It was not that I had developed trauma about ceremonies. Rather, I just felt that trying something different might be refreshing.
Seth simply agreed only discovered later that to get time off from his lab, he had promised his supervisor he would work as a research assistant for six extra months.
The day we left was gloriously sunny.
Seth said that by the time we reached our destination, the sunrise would be spectacular.
As I dozed off in the passenger seat, I felt him turn up the heat and gently drape his jacket over me.
In my half–sleep, I thought I heard him ask if I would regret this.
I did not know whether I would regret it, but I did know that I never lacked the courage to begin again.
