"Yes, Uncle, we're not nervous. When we're at events there are countless cameras on us, we're not nervous." Beatrice Hargrave straightened up to encourage herself.
Photography, getting the certificate, it's just a matter of ten minutes. As she walked out of the civil affairs bureau, Beatrice was still looking at the marriage certificate in her hand.
Uncle Nicholas was only wearing a shirt, a white one, without a tie with the collar slightly open, his short hair naturally falling across his forehead without any gel, and when he smiled it was very warm.
And she herself was wearing a white shirt too, with her long hair tied into a ponytail, her smile obviously much more playful.
