"Please, walk slowly." Freya's grip on my arm tightens.

My perplexity increases when I observe sweat on her forehead and light pink tint on her whole face. She avoids my gaze and turns straight.

I do as she says and start moving forward slowly. She keeps herself close to me, holding my arm with her both hands. As much as it angers me, I still let her do it.

With her acting, she can easily fool the crowd that we are happy newly-weds. It makes me surprised, her behavior. She's acting as a married woman so sincerely that it is making me confused. I know she's hating this forced, sudden...