"You want proof that I'm not lying? Here, check my phone, read her messages if you want," Tony said handing her his phone. 

Without a second thought, Jeannine took the phone and started swiping down, while Tony looked at her in disbelief.

"It's true," she muttered.

 "Of course it is, what's the matter, Jeannie? You weren't like that, you always believed in me."

"Yes, I believed in you. And in the end you abandoned me."

"But I came back, and now we're married. We're on our honeymoon, for God's sake! Can we forget about Cass and enjoy the little alone time we'll have in ages?" cried Tony.

Visibly embarrassed, Jeannine is about to apologize when Tony's phone started ringing again. With a sigh of defeat, Jeannine handed it back to him. 

"Yes?" he replied, still in his indignant tone. On the other end came the cheerful voice of Adele Durand. Tony sighed with relief.

 "Ah, yes, Adele, how are you?" replied Tony, changing his tone immediately, as Jeannine hurried upstairs.

What? Really? Great, I'm glad that the Cranerlet Nuala was to Laurant's liking, enjoy it and if you need more, I'll send it to you tomorrow, I have a great assortment of wines for all occasions.... No, thanks to you, and tell Laurant that I also send him my regards."

When Tony hung up the phone, Jeannine had already fled the cellar, probably embarrassed by her scene of jealousy. Tony decided to wait a bit to go upstairs, give her some time. He didn't expect her to apologize or anything, he understood how she felt and didn't blame her for it, but he hoped everything was cleared up now and they could finally enjoy their trip in peace.