Cecilia Adler lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the young man's broad back. After a brief hesitation, she bent her knees, preparing to get on.
"It'll be awkward to ride the bike if you're on my back," Ian Quincy said, suddenly standing up straight. "It's better if I carry you."
Cecilia Adler was mortified. 'Being carried in his arms in front of all these people… Isn't that too intimate?' But if she rejected him, wouldn't he lose face? She nodded.
Ian Quincy swept an arm around her waist and lifted her into his arms.
The crowd began to catcall good-naturedly.
WOOO!
"The groom's carrying the bride!"
Cecilia Adler covered her face with her hands.
Ian Quincy lowered his head and whispered, "I hired a photographer. How are they supposed to get a picture if you cover your face?"
Cecilia Adler: "..." 'A photographer?'
'Fine.'
'It would look pretty bad to be cowering and hiding like this.'
