"You look beautiful..." he says, his voice deep and restrained, heavy with something he doesn't quite reveal.
"Thank you," I reply, my voice coming out smaller than I'd like.
The judge hasn't arrived yet. My heart is beating so fast I feel like it's going to jump out of my chest.
"My family speaks very highly of you," he whispers, kissing my hand. "Thank you."
"You have a beautiful family. Close-knit. Mine is like that too," I say, glancing at Bianca, who's searching for my bouquet among the flowers like it's a lost treasure.
"Don't worry," Julian says, with that smug smile that comes so naturally to him. "I thought we could go to London to meet them. When they see you married one of the best catches in New York, I'm sure your dad will forget all the differences."
I smile. I ha
