"I have contacted the Federal Space Security Bureau and the local garrison. I will grant you your wish!"
After hanging up the phone, Vivienne's mocking voice could no longer be suppressed.
"Theo, you didn't tell me before you got married that there was a mental illness in your family. It can't be hereditary, right?"
I laughed too, but it was a sneer.
"We'll know who's sick soon."
Vivienne simply rolled her eyes.
"It's a waste of time. Let's get married first."
The wedding march was just halfway through when the buzz of a helicopter was suddenly heard outside.
