AURELIA's POV

The reception sparkled like a dream—golden lights strung across the garden, the sound of jazz floating through the air, and the soft clink of champagne flutes against laughter. I barely had time to breathe between congratulations, cheek kisses, and people tugging me in for pictures.

“I still can't believe you’re married to our boss” Olivia blinked, her eyes wide as she gawked at my ring. “Does that mean he’s the one you’ve been seeing? ”

I laughed, a little ...