The reception was held in the Great Room of the Guildhall, a cavernous, glorious space of Gothic arches, stained glass, and portraits of long-dead merchants gazing down with stern approval. But for Anton and Sabatine, the vast history of the place was merely a backdrop. The world had shrunk, sweetly and completely, to a bubble of golden light, music, and the faces of the people they loved.The formalities—the cutting of the towering, minimalist cake (dark chocolate and blood orange, Sabatine’s choice), the tender, hilarious speeches from Jessica and a visibly emotional Leon (who managed three full sentences before gruffly declaring, “That’s all you get,” to thunderous applause)—were observed with joy, then gratefully left behind.Now, it was just a party. Their party.On the dance floor, under the soft glow of a thousand tiny lights strung from the ancient beams, they moved. Anton, who had taken waltz lessons for this moment with the same focus he applied to mergers, found he didn’t n
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