Bruce's POV

The reception was everything we had hoped for. Intimate, joyful, and full of love that felt real and earned.

I watched Beverly laugh at something Victor said and my chest was filled with gratitude. This woman was my wife. For real this time.

Dinner was family style with everyone passing dishes and talking across tables. No formal seating chart. No rigid protocol. Just people who cared about us celebrating together.

Emma sat between Beverly and me, Beverly was eating her chicken ...