The Viennese Waltz

DAMIEN and Yuki were standing in front of the ballroom, waiting at the door. Damien had changed into his second attire for the after-party. And Yuki was astounded, actually upset at how amazingly a gentleman could clothe in minutes while the ladies took hours to dress up. Gosh! She remembered the wedding dress. It was indeed beautiful. But she disliked all the garments, which were like the layers of lasagna. The killing corset, an hour of hairstyling, makeup, and retouch. They are too much! Oh, please do not misunderstand. Even though Yuki resented the process, she earnestly admired the result. The only problem was, she hated to wait. But who does not? *scoffed*