THREE YEARS LATERSOFIAThe ballroom lights shimmered above us, soft gold reflecting off the champagne glasses and polished marble floors. The hall was packed with senators, donors and reporters, all pretending to care more about policies than gossip. I stood beside Adrian, smiling as he shook another hand, the perfect picture of a polished congressman."Remind me again," I whispered as I leaned toward him, "who's reading Ariana her bedtime story tonight?"He grinned at me, not missing a beat while posing for a photo as he said, "You are, Mrs. DeLuca. You promised last night.""I’m pretty sure you bribed me with tiramisu," I muttered."I call it negotiation," he said, laughing as he finally turned toward me. "But if she insists on The Little Mermaid again, I'll take over.""You're damn right you will," I said, and he chuckled before leaning in to kiss me."I love you," he said softly."I know," I replied with a smug smile. "Now go and mingle before they think I'm keeping you hostage."
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