Maximilian's point of view

After my father's toast, I took my wife by the hand and led her to the side of the celebration.

"What a romance, isn't it?" I said as I slapped my glass against hers again.

"Too romantic, mon amoure," she said in a mispronounced French tone. "You could already see the havoc that alcohol was leaving her".

"But every marriage needs its wedding night," I looked at her anxiously, my eyes were full of lust, what decent marriage didn't have a wedding night? Mine would be no exception.

"Our marriage, no. We have a contract, and this celebration is a simulation, so that wedding night Mr....