Rose's POV

The hum of laughter filled the ballroom, the glow of chandeliers dancing on polished floors and crystal glassware. The clinking glasses and laughter mingled together, a luxurious shroud of celebration closing around me. The wedding reception had been a success, except for the brief outburst with Elijah, and now we were in every guest's eyes for a second reason.

Victor stood alongside me, shoulders squared, hand on the curve of my lower back, while yet another stylish guest moved ...