Vivienne's POV
The reception was loud in the best way.
Not the loud of a room full of people performing enjoyment for each other. The loud of genuine warmth finding its volume naturally because that was what happened when the right people were in the same space for the right reason and nobody was managing the atmosphere.
Tables were pushed back after dinner.
Music that Charles had chosen without telling me, which had turned out to be exactly right in the specific way that everything he chose without telling me turned out to be exactly right because he noticed things and had been noticing since before I knew there was anything to notice.
Maya was dancing.
This was not surprising. Maya danced at receptions with the committed enthusiasm of someone who had decided years ago that dancing
