“Lara has something else planned,” he says.
You narrow your eyes. “What does that mean?”
“It means don’t leave early.”
“I was going to sneak out after dessert.”
“I know,” he says. “That’s why I’m warning you.”
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An hour later, after the toasts have ended and the music has become louder, Lara takes the microphone.
The room quiets quickly.
She stands in the center of the floor still radiant and flushed from dancing, one hand holding the microphone, the other reaching for Marco’s. He joins her, and together they look out at the guests with the stunned, joyful fatigue of two people who have spent the day being changed by love in public.
“I know we already had enough emotion in the church to last a year,” Lara says, drawing soft laughter. “But there’s one more thing Marco and I want to do before the night ends.”
