Chapter 78 Samantha

• SAMANTHA
• I’m not sure what surprises me more—the room I’m standing in or the man I’ve just married.
• The ballroom sparkles like something out of a dream. The chandeliers are made of real crystal, each drop catching the light like tiny stars. The walls shimmer with gold leaf, and the polished floors are so smooth I can see the reflection of my dress trailing behind me. Everything here glows, from the laughter in the air to the clinking of champagne glasses. People move in graceful circles, whispering, smiling politely, measuring each other in the quiet language of power and wealth.