I must report that Mirabella of the Azucaras, a former San Antonio society belle, was also seen in Foxtown. This column wishes her well on her flight back to Spain, and we’re going to leave it at that.
But on to more exciting news. Wedding plans are already underway for Arkane Young and Tiara Sauller, his former TOTGA. It’s quite possible his sister-in-law Lana may also make a public appearance before the wedding.
It’s been quite the busy season for the Youngs and the Lims and the Rest of San Antonio society. On which remaining unmarried ones should we turn our eyes to? Marius or Icelle? Perhaps even the youngest one Raiden?
Do let me know what you think while I search for more tea to brew.
Kiss, kiss.
Ms. Tea for Tat
****
IDON’T KNOW WHY I’Mcrying as I read Miss Tea for Tat’s column. Actually, I don’t even know why I’m reading it on my wedding night of all times.
The glossy special-edition printout is heavy in my lap, the kind of paper-stock the column only uses for what they’re calling Foxtown’sBridal Edition, and the edges are already softening from how many times I’ve held it.
Maybe it’s because this column is proof that there is still goodness in this world.
There are times when that day in Foxtown seemed an eternity ago, but there are moments like now that I just have to close my eyes, and I would be back in the park, it’s the Second Night ball again, and Arkane and I are standing next to each other as we make our request.
“We have been made aware of certain news about Ms. Azucara circulating, relating to what was a private tragedy that she and I shared.”
“We understand you’re all within your rights to refuse. We’re not going to ask you to sign a non-disclosure. But all the same, we would appreciate everyone’s discretion so, so much about this matter. And in return, it would be our greatest pleasure to welcome you all back to exclusively cover our wedding.”
And shockingly enough, they’ve all kept their word. It’s been weeks now, and there still hasn’t been a peep. Even more shockingly, I finally figured out by process of elimination the identity of Icelle’s secret crush and—
Knock, knock, knock.
“Are you decent, Mrs. Young?”
There’s no chance to answer. The door’s already opened, and the man I secretly married in a quiet chapel wedding three hours ago has already walked inside our bedroom with the most wicked-looking smirk on his lips. He’s lost the jacket somewhere between here and downstairs, his shirt undone at the collar, sleeves rolled to the elbow.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t be—”
I’m sputtering, blushing, and gulping all at the same time. A part of me is still finding it impossible to handle howopenArkane is, now that we’re married.
“But it’s fine. I can work on it on my own.”
What does he mean—oh!
The glossy special-edition printout falls from my fingers as Arkane sweeps me off the couch.
“I missed you, princess.”
The way he’s looking at me as he says this is just...ugh.
He’s too, too perfect that sometimes, I’m still tempted to think he’s still who I thought he was the first time.
Mr. Not Real.
“You’re supposed to say something back.”
A helpless smile touches my lips at the seriousness of his tone. “You know I missed you, too.”
“Doesn’t mean you don’t need to say it.”
“So clingy,” I tease.
