*Avina*The wedding ring felt heavy on my finger, a circle of platinum and promise that still felt surreal. We were in the back of the armored Maybach, the interior smelling of rich leather and the faint, lingering scent of the incense from the cathedral. Ronan sat beside me, his hand over mine, his thumb tracing the knuckles of my left hand. He looked incredible, powerful, stoic, and for the first time since I’d known him, slightly at peace. "You’re staring, Mrs. Graves," he murmured, a rare, genuine smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I’m just admiring the view," I countered, leaning my head against his shoulder. The silk of my gown was a mountain of white around my legs. "I can’t believe we actually did it. No explosions. No lightning strikes," I added lightly. "The day isn't over yet," he said, though his tone was playful. I chuckled, shook my head and leaned more on his shoulder. The car was supposed to be taking us to the Grand Regency. The reception was a small, hi
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