Roshia was okay with hiding in his chest and dancing. She was actually enjoying her wedding. She couldn't believe that she had gotten married... and pregnant, not in that order, but still. Rowan was the guy every girl wanted and she could see why. Though she couldn't care less about his, their, last name. She inhaled him, he smelled sweet. "I am glad you know how to dance, it would be ashamed for the mayor son to have two left feet." She whispered into his chest. She could hear his heartbeating, even with the music playing.