RAVEN POV:
The ride to the venue is peaceful. I make more videos with Dante’s hand resting firmly on my thigh, his thumb tracing circles that make it very hard to focus on the scenery. When the car finally pulls up to the huge estate, the cool air of expensive perfumes and sweet-smelling flowers greets us.
We are ushered through a stunning garden path by men in black. Everywhere looks incredible, and I cannot help but gush at the aisle lined with white rose petals that look like fallen snow against the lush green grass. As we reach the seating area, a coordinator bows slightly and directs us to the second row, right behind Kyle’s immediate relatives.
I smooth my black gown as I sit and take in the sight of the people around us. Everyone smells and looks like money. Dante settles beside
