The reception was low-key, as I had planned, with soft jazz playing in the background and a scrumptious meal with excellent champagne. The cake was perfect, and, no, I did not allow Van to smear me with frosting. His pout was adorable. After Viola’s hilarious speech, Van led me to the middle of the floor for a slow dance. I let everything fade into the background as I smiled up at him.
“Happy?” he asked as he held me close and we shuffled slowly around the room.
“Yes. In a daze, though.”
He laughed. “That was my plan. Knock you off your feet so you couldn’t say anything but ‘yes.’ Hey.” He leaned in to whisper, “I have a honeymoon planned for us. We’re going to Cancun for a week. How does that sound?”
I almost swooned, but he held me up. “But what if I hadn’t said yes?”