007: Wedding Night

Reid unclogged the hotel room door for his wedded wife, Scarlet.

Scarlet hesitantly sauntered in through the door that was being held open by Reid. She briskly went to one corner of the room, her hands nervously held in front of her, dithered and sweating, eyeing her wedding dress that brushed against the floor. She could feel her heart hammering beneath her clothed chest. Feeling fraughed, she inspected the hotel room they would be spending the night in. The room was lavished and expansive. A large looking bed at the middle with red and white color sheets and a sparking headstand. The bed was covered with red roses scattered all over. The room looked neither too feminine nor too muscular, the walls were lighted colored, the curtains on the wall were golden along with a sofa and a tea table, a large wardrobe at the corner, and in the middle of the room was a glass table with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Scarlet shook her head abhorrently, everything looked so r