Bella’s pov
I was almost drunk. The wedding party was truly wonderful, and I couldn't recall how many times I danced with my husband Haydn or how many glasses of wine I had. My smile hadn't left my face, forgive me if today I look like a little fool when I laugh.
This is truly a fantasy day! The party lasted for hours, and as the day grew darker, Haydn and I bid farewell to the guests. We returned to our room, finally gaining some private time together.
Both of us were exhausted, and a bath seemed like the perfect remedy for our fatigue. Haydn invited me to join him in the bathtub, as neither of us wanted to be apart even for a second today.
"Huuuuuu. It is so comfortable," I enjoyed the warmth of the water.
"Let me give you a massage." Haydn's hands rested on my shoulders, providing
