Mira's POV
The music was soft at first . I heard the violins, a low hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter that filled the evening air.
Our reception was exactly what I wanted it to be: simple, elegant, and warm. No gold thrones or crystal chandeliers this time. Just love.
The garden lights shimmered over white roses and candles floating in glass bowls, casting everything in a soft golden glow. Guests were scattered across tables, toasting, chatting, smiling like they'd all waited for this as much as we had.
I was standing near the dance floor, still dazed by everything that had happened. The ceremony, the vows, the kiss that left me lightheaded with all of it was swirling around me like a dream that had finally come true.
Then I felt him before I saw him.
Jace's hand slipped around my waist, fingers settling over my hip like they belonged there.
"You look like you're still somewhere else," he murmured near my ear.
