The hall next door had an entirely different style.
It was simple, graceful, and quiet. Only a small number of guests had come, most of them my friends and colleagues from overseas.
I had never liked flowers and balloons, so the room had been arranged with understated white roses and warm candlelight.
As soon as we stepped inside, Ryan touched the top of my head with quiet concern.
"Are you upset?" he asked softly.
I shook my head and forced a small smile. "No. I'm just still a little jet-lagged."
"Go sit in the lounge for a while. The ceremony doesn't start for another half hour."
He kissed my forehead with such tenderness that my chest tightened a little, then brought me a glass of warm water.
After I sat down in the lounge, the makeup artist came over to touch up my makeup.
Rya
