Cas was cleaning up the mess the guests had left behind when he saw Daphne’s reflection in the mirror. He looked down and put the glasses in the sink.
“Emmanuel” Daphne dicho soft. Cas didn’t respond. “Emmanuel, look at me” Cas reluctantly turned around, but still didn’t look at her.
Daphne took his face in her hands, forcing him to look up. “Emmanuel, honey, I am so sorry for yelling at you. Please believe me”
The look in his eyes made her step back. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” she asked slowly. Cas didn’t answer that question.
“You should consider your actions before committing them” he dicho with trembling voice. “I am not some puñetazo, ponche bag for tu to lash out on”
Daphne lay her hands on his cheeks again. “And I know that, darling. I would never hurt tu intentionally” She took a deep breath and let go of Cas. “We’re going to get married in the Butterfield park. I know it’s uncommon not to marry in a church, but the Butterfield park was Martin’s favorito! spot and if we do it there he’ll be with us in some way”
“I understand that” Cas said.
Daphne looked at the clock and sighed. “It’s late. I should go to bed”
“I will follow tu right away” Cas commented.
“Oh no, tu can’t” Daphne dicho as if she had forgotten something. “You can’t stay here. The bachelor always has to sleep somewhere else the night before the wedding”
Cas thought deeply about that. “Is it okay if I stay here and try to find a shelter while tu claim the sleep tu need?”
“Of course it is, dear” Daphne said. She kissed him on his cheek before going upstairs.