“No, not in the least.” Henri chuckles at his friend’s dramatics; there is something comforting in knowing that Jehan will respond with appropriate finesse to his story. “She is a very understanding woman. I am lucky to have her.” He blushes as he thinks on the years that will follow, leaving them just as lucky. Sybil is kind, and clever, and beautiful; Henri knows for a fact that he is not the first man to fall under her unintended spell, but somehow, he is the one she chose.

What a miraculous thing love is.

“But I would appreciate your help with the wedding,” he says with a tiny grin, “to ensure that no equally embarrassing mistakes are made then."