When we break the kiss, I place a final soft peck on her lips and wipe away a bit of her lipstick that’s smudged across her cheek.

"Thank you all for coming," I say in farewell. Still holding Giselle’s hand, I lead us out of the auditorium—though “lead” might be too soft a word. Truth is, I’m practically dragging her. She's too stunned by what just happened to move on her own.

We reach the underground parking lot, climb into the SUV, and drive off in silence. Not a word is spoken on ...