Chapter Twenty-Three
Just before midnight, we all stand in a long line waving sparklers as we send the bride and groom on their way. After that, some guests head off to wherever they’re staying for the night, while others carry on dancing. I can’t bear to wear my heels any longer, but my feet are getting cold, so I tell Caleb I’m going to fetch a pair of pumps from my room. Since he’s being all gentlemanly—or, more likely, because he wants to steal another kiss without my parents watching over us—he offers to walk with me.
The rooms aren’t too far from the reception hall. After getting the key from Dad, who kindly moved everyone’s bags from the guest house and into the right rooms while we were all getting ready this morning, Caleb and I track down the door with the correct number.
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