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After the ceremony, we get some pictures and have a round of drinks.
There’s a bar on the beach that has a beautiful outdoor patio. There are fairy lights strung up beneath the canopy of the dark night sky and an area that’s perfect for dancing.
We have a table set for four on the far side of the dance floor. We picked this place so we could still have our first dance, and Milo slipped the DJ some cash so he’ll play us some slow songs whenever we need them.
It’s the ideal wedding reception, in my opinion.
We’re close enough to the beach that you can hear the waves rolling in and hitting the shore, but it still has a lively vibe since the place is open and other people are eating out here, too.
“How does it feel to officially be a Granville?” Jet asks as we all take our seats at the table. He sits across from Milo, and Jonathan takes his seat across from me.
“Like it’s about damn time,” I say lightly.
The sea breeze blows my hair in my face as Milo passes me a menu. I ditched the veil but I’m still wearing my dress. It’s not super tight, so I can comfortably sit and I’ll be able to dance in it.
The server brings over a chilled bottle of champagne and Milo orders an appetizer for the table. Once we all have drinks, we toast to “the newest Granville” and then we all drink.
I’ve felt like one of them for a long time now, but I’m happy it’s official.
My mom never married and she gave me her last name, not my dad’s.
Kennedy Landers is the nameshegave me.
Kennedy Granville is who I am now, an identity I get to carve out for myself.
In a sense, it feels like I’ve severed the last tie she had to me. Like I’m no longer hers in any respect.
That’s a great feeling.
I always knew I would gain my independence from my mother as soon as I possibly could, but Milo has made that a whole lot easier for me and shaved a few months off when I could finally escape.
I always thought it would feel like it was about escaping her, too, but I’m happy that this doesn’t.
I’m not doing anything to spite her or because of her. All of my decisions from here on out are all mine and she will have nothing to do with them.
I pour myself another glass of champagne when the first one is empty and have a little private toast with myself.
To freedom.
When my glass is empty again, Milo stands up and takes my hand to lead me out on the dance floor for our very first dance as husband and wife.
Nobody else is dancing, so it’s perfect.
A moment that is entirely ours.
I picked our song: Skylar Grey’s rendition of Stand by Me. Milo gave me some grief for not using the original, but I just love her voice, and the song reminds me of us.
As we sway beneath the stars with my arms wrapped around his neck, Milo looks down at me. “Was our wedding everything you hoped it would be?”
I nod happily. “It was perfect. Thank you.”
He smirks, his blue eyes dancing with amusement. “You don’t have tothank me.”
“I plan to, anyway. Rather exuberantly.”
His eyebrows rise with interest. “Never mind. You can thank me.”
I laugh and rest my face against his firm chest. I know I’ll tell him a million more times, but I can’t help telling him now. “I love you so much.”
