Wedding Night

Cheeks still somewhat flushed from dancing and laughing and general happiness, Helen hadn't been surprised at the private jet. Far better than commercial, and it offered a quite comfortable trip to Vienna. She had yet to have the chance to change out of her wedding dress, though she intended to once they were in the air - she'd brought quite a many clothes with her, of course. All sorts of things likely to be thoroughly enjoyed by her companion - her husband. It still felt so new to consider, and Helen knew it would take her a while to get used to the word in her mind. 

"We're married." She smiled, speaking to herself for a moment before she turned to Nikola, standing in the middle of the plane, the smile still evident on her face. "Can you believe it?"