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Everything inside me comes alive as if I was dead before and she breathed life into me.
Luna reaches me and her father hands her over. I hardly even look at him as he does.
With her beautiful eyes on me, the question comes back.
What do I truly want?
I’m a fool because I always had the answer.
It’s her. I truly want her.
The woman who’s about to become my wife.
Chapter 22
Luna
“Inow pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest declares, and my nerves buzz as if they’ve been attached to a thousand flashes of lightning.
For a moment, time seems to freeze while I process what just happened.
Hunter and I are now married. Husband and wife.
I always wondered how I’d feel in this moment. This moment when I became Luna Le Blanche instead of Luna Bianchi.
I knew I’d feel different, and I do. The name in my head still sounds strange, even though I’ve tried it out many times.
The feeling is also different from when Hunter took my virginity.
I feel like I’ve stepped into somebody else’s shoes, and the person I was before I walked down the aisle with my father has been left behind.
That girl is standing in the fibers of the past watching me to see what’s going to happen next.
The priest gives us a radiant smile, starting up time again, so I step away from my thoughts and return to the moment.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest continues in his harmonious voice.
Hunter stares back at me with that spark in his eyes I don’t see too often. The last time I saw it was in the breaths after I’d given him my innocence. It was like catching a glimpse of his soul.
He leans forward to kiss me, and as his lips touch mine, I find myself doing what I promised myself I wouldn’t do—liking it. Damn me again. I savor the kiss as if it was to be my very last I share with this man. My husband.
Over the last days of no contact, I shut down again to protect my heart, but this moment tells me that no matter what I tell myself to do or not do, I’ll still want him.
Flashes from the cameras go off to capture us—New York’s new favorite couple. In the run-up to today, nearly every newspaper and magazine ran some feature with Hunter and me.
Now that we’re married, I’m sure the press will run with stories about us for as long as they can.
When we pull apart, our guests applaud for us. Hunter holds his arm out for me to link mine with his. When I do, he gives me a small smile. Then he leans close to my ear and whispers, “We did it, wife.”
Wife.
Again, I love the sound of that way too much. It’s a dangerous thing for me if I’m trying to protect my heart.
“We did.”
“You look beautiful.” He straightens and as our eyes lock, that spark returns to his.
“Thank you.” I keep my answer brief and my tone even.
