#Chapter 281 I'm yours

Grace A month later... After the attack, the remaining members retreated into the cabinet to figure out what to do. After all, the other half and the president had been killed in the attack because they attacked Mooncrest. Luckily, Astarte had simply fixed everything, and aside from the aches and bruises, everything was fine. It had take less than a week for Cecil to ask when we were getting married because she wanted to be a flower girl. I didn't want to wait until I was healed up to have the ceremony, but Charles had insisted for the sake of not having to stop on our honeymoon. So here we were, a month after the attack and holding our wedding in the city square of Mooncrest. I looked over at Eason. He grinned, draped in a blue tuxedo made of what I was sure was witch or elven material, whatever that is. He held my bouquet and lounged in the chair. "I'm really glad you're here." "I would have been a shit guest at the last one." I laughed. "Probably true. Have you heard anythi