The applause continued as Hunter took my hand, leading me back down the aisle. I couldn't help smiling, even through my tears. I was his wife. It felt surreal, like a dream I might wake from at any moment. I had always wanted him, but he always seemed out of reach. Now he was mine.
"You okay?" he murmured as we reached the house.
"Yes, everything happened so fast my head is spinning." I whispered back.
The small reception was set up in the Sinclairs' elegant conservatory, glass walls perfect for letting in the sunlight. There were only about twenty in attendance, just a few family members and our closest friends, exactly as we'd wanted. No press, no fuss. It would seem wrong so soon after Helena’s death.
Quinn approached first, giving me a tight hug. "Congratulations, Mrs. Sinclair," s
