Sky looks at me, eyes bright. “Well, now we’re out and proud. We might as well dance.”
I take her hand. “Lead the way.”
The next few hours dissolve into music and motion. The band plays everything from classic swing to ridiculous pop. Miranda drags Irving into a dance looking suspiciously like punishment. Fred attempts something resembling a waltz with Véronique while Jose cheers them on.
Sky and I rarely separate. Every time the music changes I pull her back into another turn. Eventually the band slows the tempo and we match the pace as the music softens. I ease my arm around her waist and bring her against me.
“Everyone is staring,” she giggles.
“They’ve waited almost two decades for this. Let them enjoy it.” I kiss her forehead.
She studies my face for a moment. “You seem very pleased with yourself.”
“I am.”
Her smile widens. “Good.”
We sway slowly with the music while other guests move around us.
Behind us Irving’s voice cuts through the quiet. “You know what this whole thing proves.”
“Please stop,” I growl.
Irving gestures dramatically. “Never underestimate the power of proximity and questionable decision-making on private aircraft.”
“Oh my God.” Sky laughs against my shoulder.
“Hey,” Irving taps my shoulder, “I’m just saying. If every romance required a transatlantic jet and three sleepless nights, the divorce rate would plummet.”
Sky shakes her head. “I can’t him.”
“You love it.”
“I absolutely do.”
Afterward, the night continues in waves. More dancing. Wine. Stories. An amazing night with friends and family. Hours pass without either of us noticing.
Eventually the band begins packing instruments. Guests drift toward the doors in laughing clusters.
Sky slips her hand into mine. “Ready?”
“Always.” I lace my fingers through hers.
Together we leave the ballroom while the castle settles into night.
