The reception was held on the estate's terrace, overlooking the gardens where they'd just exchanged vows. White lights twinkled overhead as the sun began to set, and a small band played soft jazz in the corner. Everything was intimate and perfect, exactly what Luna had wanted.

Their first dance was to a song Grayson had chosen—something about finding home in unexpected places. He held Luna close as they swayed, oblivious to the guests watching.

"Mrs. Vaughn," he murmured against her ...