“Would you like us to continue with dinner and speeches, or would you prefer some time?”
I glanced toward Daniel.
He smiled.
“Whatever you want.”
I looked down at my wedding dress.
Then at the bouquet on the table.
I had spent months planning this celebration.
I’d waited years to marry a man who loved me without making affection feel like a debt.
I wasn’t going to surrender the rest of the evening.
“Lena,” I said, “could you ask the DJ whether he’s ready to play our song again?”
Her face brightened.
“Absolutely.”
“And this time, no surprises.”
She smiled.
“I can promise you that from our side.”
***
When Daniel and I returned to the ballroom, the guests applauded.
I hadn’t expected that.
Several people stood.
My best friend Megan hurried toward us.
She embraced me carefully so she wouldn’t crush my dress.
“Are you all right?”
I nodded.
“I’m getting there.”
She leaned closer.
“Your mother is furious.”
“I imagine she is.”
“Khloe’s crying in the lounge.”
I looked toward the doors.
“Is she okay?”
