A FEW hours after the wedding, guests enjoy the Pavilion de Saavedra where the reception held. I decided to sit in a corner that was not too crowded as I quietly sipped the wine in the glass I was holding.

“Why don’t you join them?”

I suddenly turned to the source of the voice. Lawrence stood beside me holding a glass of champagne. Instead of answering I drank my wine.

"Don't drink too much, Margaux," he reminded me.

I frowned at him and took another glass from the passing waiter.

"It's just wine, Lawrence," I answered sparingly. I would have swallowed the one in the glass again but he snatched...