DANTE
The reception is a blur of toasts and dancing and well-wishes. Paige Aria's friend gives a speech that makes half the room cry. Liam's toast is embarrassingly sentimental for someone who claims to be cynical about love.
But through it all, I'm acutely aware of Aria beside me. My wife. The woman who just publicly married me and from now on is legally mine.
"Dance with me," I murmur when there's finally a lull.
"We already did our first dance."
"Dance with me anyway."
On the floor, I pull her close, and we sway to music that I'm not really hearing.
"Happy?" I ask.
"Deliriously." She rests her head on my chest. "You?"
"More than I thought possible." I kiss the top of her head. "Although I noticed Vivienne watching from the doorway during the ceremony."
Aria tenses slightly. "I
