Let me clarify. We got married twice, once in Sweden to make it official and once in Budapest in a church. Yesterday we celebrated the church wedding with champagne, goose liver, red wine and steak tartar after Oliver had had his dinner and finally was asleep. Sure, we had our dinner after ten in the evening, but it felt like a date night even though we were at home.
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