"It hasn't gone bad with my parents, has it?" Lucas asks me as we walk into our room to finally rest.

It's already past eleven at night, and Luca's parents have only been gone for about half an hour. I go to the walking closet, look for a nightgown and return to the room to leave it on the bed while I undress. "Their reaction has been much better than I expected," I explain as I reach my back to try to unzip the dress, which is honestly quite complicated.

Lucas comes behind me and, taking my hands, tells me. "Let me help you," he murmurs, and I immediately smile.

"That's nice, thank you very much," I thank in a flirtatious tone. "I thought your parents would ask us a thousand questions and put up some kind of obstacle for our wedding. Fortunately, they didn't," I explain, trying to concentrate despite Lucas's fingers grazing my back as he unzips my zipper.

"Hey," he whispers, wrapping one of his arms around my waist, "I've been thinking that my parents knew perfectly well that you and