The air was thick with an aroma that Anton found it difficult to remember smelling before: pure, simple joy. It was an aromatic meld of damp autumn leaves brought in on shoes, of the faint, sweet trail of flowers (simple, elegant, Jessica's selections), of the yeasty warmth of the pub reception that was to come. It was light years from the cold, glossy sheen of corporate rooms, from the signaled opulence of upscale weddings. It was real. It was raw, genuine, purely human.Ten years as his executive assistant, the woman who had navigated his mood swings, protected him from the minutiae, and stayed a steadfast presence in his more tumultuous moments, was standing before the registrar. She was resplendent in a slip of a dress the same color as champagne, with her hands entwined with that of Leo, a man with a kind face and a worried, genuine smile, a museum curator.Anton was seated in the third row, Sabatine a comforting, solid presence beside him. He'd made it clear he wanted to be a gu
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