Week 1 / Sunday

The next morning, they slept in, since it was a rest day, and then woke very hungry. Julian ordered breakfast, well, brunch, really, and then they entertained themselves in bed, finishing just before their food arrived. They sat at their table in the hotel robes and finished the brunch, and then Larissa sat on the hotel deck watching the planes coming and going and catching up on social media. She also wrote a summary of the day before, a few paragraphs and a couple of photos, and sent that off to her family chats – one for Julian’s family, and another that included Julian, Thomas, Jane, her mum and Mary. And also the project social chat, since they told her Julian would never remember to do that. And Fiona. Each included several photos, and her plan was that each day, she’d include a photo of her and Julian kissing. Today’s kissing photo was her and Julian kissing after he’d undone all the buttons on the dress, before it came off.

Their wedding photos had got plenty of attention on social media. Not quite viral, like their videos had gone, but lots of attention and comments. Wait until the video goes out with the dancing, she said to herself, glad that Steph would be handling the comments for that one. A fair few of the comments were the normal stupid insulting and misogynostic stuff from pansy boys hiding in their basements – Larissa ignored them; other people could worry about that. Probably most of them were Russian bot trolls anyway.