Introducing Tamara to the family

Dante's POV

As I waited in the suite with Tamara, I tried to keep the proud grin off my face.

Despite everything—the accusations from the corrupt elders, the ridiculous summons to court trying to accuse Tamara of attempting to hurt my mother—nothing could tear down the happiness I felt. Every time I looked at Tamara with my ring on her finger, it was like a shock of joy surged through me. She was mine. Not because she had to be, but because she wanted to be.

Proposing to her had been the right decision. I’d never felt this way, not even with Amanda. I’d always thought Amanda was it for me, and when she disappeared, I’d shut down, closed myself off to the idea of ever wanting anyone else. But Tamara had broken through, had shown me that it was possible to love again—and even stronger this time. I was hers, and she was mine, and no one could take that from us.

We’d been getting… well, creative, to say the least, in coping with the fact that we couldn’t properly claim each other unt