Chapitre 105: Failed Dreams.

"Since when do you drink dry wine, dear? I thought you hated it." Arthur Pitcher handed a glass to Marian.

The woman nodded in gratitude and took a sip, "I'm surprised you remember such details. As for the wine..." She raised the glass to eye level. Through thin glass walls and a translucent liquid, one could see a beautiful couple dancing for the fifth time in a row.

"Tastes change over time. As do people. And this wine also doesn't make you wake up with a terrible headache in the morning." Mrs. Hayes winked at the man and went back to watching the main couple of the evening.

Arthur was standing nearby and also watching his grandson and his beautiful wife, who at that moment looked as if they were the only people on earth who knew what happiness was.

"She said it was an honor for her that I took her to the altar," the man remembered what Emily had said to him before they went out to the guests. "But actually, it was an honor for me."