A solid schedule made time fly by.
On the evening of the 13th, at 8 o'clock, Ellie Miller and Artor completed the final rehearsal of the wedding process.
It was rare that Ellie Miller wasn't so tired that she collapsed into a 'cat pancake' as soon as she got home.
Because tomorrow is the important wedding, the bride must ensure adequate sleep.
"Go to bed early once you get home. Have you got a bit of dark circles these days? Don't drink too much water, or your face will swell..." Joanna nagged.
But Ellie Miller was thinking about something else...
Tomorrow, should she find someone to get Artor drunk...
Wait, her boyfriend... can he even get drunk?
Regular wine doesn't seem to work, but what about wine brewed with alchemy?
"Darling," Artor called softly from below the carriage to his wife who was daydreaming inside.
"Ah?" Ellie Miller looked over, puzzled.
