Avery’s POV
The sips I took from the champagne glass did nothing to ease my racing heart.
I had imagined how this day would play out ever since I was kid. I had watched people get married and wondered how my turn would feel. All my family and friends around me, visitors that came in fancy tuxedos and luxury cars, getting married to the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
But now I was living that dream. I was getting married.
Adrian Sterling was my husband.
My husband.
Even thinking the words made me feel breathless in a way I couldn’t explain.
"You're staring again," Maya leaned in and whispered, her blonde hair brushing my cheek. She had a huge, teasing grin on her face.
"Um, excuse me," I whispered back, not even looking at her. "That's my husband. I’m allowed to stare"
She laughed and clinked her glass against mine. "You're so in love it's actually disgusting."
No lies told there.
Adrian was standing across the ballroom with his father, holding a glass of whiskey and looking like every woman’s forbidden fruit. Dark hair. Square jaw. Six feet of eye candy so sweet you’d have cavities just looking at him. He must have felt me watching because he looked up, his eyes finding mine through the ball room and smiled at me.
I felt the butterflies in my stomach start dancing in bliss. I looked away first because I was smiling too hard and it was embarrassing.
The reception went on for hours. My mother kept squeezing my hands, telling me how proud she was of me. My father wouldn’t admit that he cried when he was dancing with me. Toasts were made.The cake was cut. A live band played something slow and finally I had time to dance alone with Adrian.
"How much longer do we have to stay?" he murmured into my ears, his breath sending electricity up my spine.
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