A small table had been set with two glasses and a bottle nestled in a silver bucket of ice. Theo opened it with practiced ease, the soft pop of the cork followed by the gentle gurgle of wine filling crystal. He handed me a glass, his fingers brushing mine in a touch that felt simultaneously casual and significant.
"To my wife," he said, raising his glass. "The most extraordinary woman I have ever known."
I smiled, touching my glass to his. "To my husband. Who apparently enjoys making grand gestures in front of hundreds of guests."
"Only when those gestures involve you." He settled into the chair beside mine, his free hand finding mine across the small table. "Did I embarrass you too terribly?"
"Yes," I admitted, then laughed softly. "And no. It was... sweet. Unexpected."
"I have centu
