The reception was in full swing.

The backyard had been transformed again. The ceremony chairs replaced with round tables draped in white linen, centerpieces of white roses and candles, those string lights now glowing overhead as the sun started to set. A dance floor had been set up near the house, music playing, people already dancing.

Emma sat at the head table, Daniel's hand warm in hers, watching their friends and family celebrate. She took a sip from her champagne flute. Sparkling water. ...