The private bridal suite featured the same plush caramel carpet and creamy gold faux finish walls as the larger area, but just one triple mirror and large dressing room with heavy mocha-colored curtain. Flanking the mirror and dressing stand were two down-cushioned loveseats. An attendant came in and set an ice bucket, champagne flutes, and what looked like champagne on the glass accent table between the seats.
“Would you like some sparkling cider?” Ronaldo asked Olivia.
“Yes, please,” she answered. Ronaldo poured three glasses of cider, and Olivia raised her glass to toast me and her mother. After clinking glasses with Olivia, I reached my flute toward Shannon.
“Prost,” I said and attempted to connect my gaze with Shannon. Shannon said “cheers” with her eyes fixed an inch above my hea
