his is my wife 

Marco then glanced at Letta, who was beginning to regulate her breathing. They had now arrived at the meeting building where the party was being held.

"Are you nervous?" Marco asked, causing Letta to gaze at her husband for a moment before nodding her head.

"Earlier, at home, I felt fine. But after seeing how crowded it is out there, I don't think my knees will be able to support my body. Should we just go back?" Letta asked, making Marco smile and shake his head.

"If you're feeling weak, that's not a reason to skip the party. I can help you," Marco said, winking, to which Letta immediately shook her head.

"Of course not. That's not an option I would ever consider. It would draw attention. Just coming with you, we'll definitely be immediately highlighted by various media, especially with your behavior like that," Letta said, making Marco chuckle.

"Alright, then you can compose yourself for as long as you need. When you're ready, we'll go out," Marco said, making Letta nod her hea