After the speeches and the cake-cutting (where Caden definitely smeared frosting down my nose like a gremlin and got away with it only because he looked that good in rolled-up sleeves), the soft melody of a piano version of our song drifts across the clearing.
Everyone hushes as Caden takes my hand and leads me to the little dance floor. The first notes of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” hum around us and instantly make my stomach flip.
The moment we start moving, I swear the rest of the world blurs. It’s just him and me—our fingers intertwined, his other hand pressed to my lower back, mine resting on his shoulder as he sways us in slow circles under the fairy lights.
His golden eyes don’t leave mine. Not once. He looks like I’m the only thing he sees in the universe, and it makes my chest
