DANTE

The reception is a blur of toasts and dancing and well-wishes. Paige, Aria’s friend, gives a speech that makes half the room cry. Liam’s toast is embarrassingly sentimental for someone who claims to be cynical about love.

But through it all, I’m acutely aware of Aria beside me. My wife. The woman who just publicly married me and from now on is legally mine.

“Dance with me,” I murmur when there’s finally a lull.

“We already did our first dance.”

“Dance ...