The sun was warm by the time I reached the lawn. White roses, thousands of them, lined the aisle and covered the arch. Their clean scent reached us whenever the breeze crossed the garden.
Lucian held my hand while Leo stood beside us in his tiny tuxedo, gripping the velvet ring pillow with both hands.
Someone shouted my name from beyond the iron gates.
Lucian glanced toward the sound. A line of Aegis guards blocked the drive, and more waited inside the gate. Dante could see the ceremony, but he could not come any closer.
The officiant repeated the question.
I looked at Lucian. "I do."
There was no locked room and no secret witness list this time.
Leo bounced on his toes as Lucian placed the ring on my finger, and our guests applauded before the officiant had finished pronouncing us
