If someone had told me a year ago that I would be standing in the middle of a ballroom wearing a wedding dress while Ethan Blackwood looked at me like I was the best thing that had ever happened to him— I would have laughed. Probably rolled my eyes. Then walked away. Life, apparently, had a sense of humor. The reception was everything I never knew I wanted. Warm. Elegant. Joyful. Not because of the flowers. Not because of the music. Not because of the decorations. Because every person in that room was there for one reason. Love. And for the first time in a very long time, that word didn’t scare me. It felt like home. “You keep smiling.” Ethan appeared beside me, sliding an arm around my waist. I looked up at him. “You keep staring.” His expression remained completely serious. “That’s because you’re my wife.” My heart immediately misbehaved. Again. After all these months, it still happened. Ridiculous. Wonderful. Completely unavoidable. “Wife.” The word fel
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