Timothy's POV

The champagne tastes terrible but I force another smile as Uncle Roy claps me on the shoulder. "About time you settled down, boy," he says, his breath reeking of whiskey. "Sophia's is a real catch."

"Thanks," I mutter, taking another gulp of champagne.

Sophia appears at my elbow like she's been summoned. Her hand slides around my arm with practiced ease. "Darling, the photographer wants more shots by the fireplace."

"Of course he does." I let her guide me through the crowd of pack ...