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    When the newly married couple turned toward the congregation, Leo noted that there wasn’t the vulgar display of applause, as you might see in an American church, but the surge of music from the string quartet felt like a triumph. Again he caught her eye, and saw that hint of joy, of abandon.
     
    Jasmine couldn’t get his devilish smile out of her mind, the way he looked at her like they were the only two in the room, and this fueled her as her bow flew over the strings. She played her emotions of budding love, dreams, the mischievousness of his grin, the fact that he was still free out, onto the crowd.
     
    The applause that was held back for the happy couple was held as well for the string quartet’s performance. Guests were confused. Usually wedding music was good, was proper, but it was never like this. Alive, spontaneous, beautiful. They filed out, awed looks on their faces, dreaming about the feelings that had somehow been awakened in them by the ceremony, and the music.
     
    Kerry looked at Jasmine, face beaming. She didn’t say anything yet, but Jasmine could tell that she had won out.
     
    “That was flawless!” came the whisper as Kerry bent down to adjust the music. They were to play one more piece and then their part of the ceremony would be over, with only the reception left. Excited, Jasmine tucked a curl behind her ear, and grinned at Kerry, before they launched into the next work. Her dark eyelids, shimmering with Kerry’s aqua eyeliner, closed in the ecstasy of the music.
     
    Leo walked out slowly, savoring each moment of the passionate playing that washed over him. For just a moment he didn’t miss the shrill cry of the electric guitar, his own raspy vibrato, the driving beat of Origin’s drummer. There was just as much passion in this, and there was enough desire in him that frankly, it was a bit hard to walk. His pants were just getting a little too tight across the front.
     
    His aunt, still sitting in the pew, had her eyes at his crotch level, and clearly saw something suspicious.
     
    “Hello Auntie,” he grinned smarmily. “So… exciting to see you!”
     
    She averted her eyes quickly, fanning herself with her program.

I’ll get this shit back to normal, he figured, recovering his swagger. If it kills me. Time for a post-wedding drink.
     
     

CHAPTER TWELVE
     
    Jasmine
     
    The wedding reception was surprisingly small, and quite formal. The quartet had been invited to join, and sat at their own table – they took a minute to admire the glorious, elaborate place-settings. Jane, the second violinist, was grinning stupidly at Kerry.
     
    “Are you sure you know which fork to use? I bet this crowd is really on top of that sort of thing,” she giggled, eyes sparkling.
     
    “There’s some kind of rule,” piped up Robyn, the violist. “At least that’s what I read.”
    Jasmine looked down at her own plate. “It looks like somebody emptied the dishwasher really neatly in front of my chair, she said, looking down at the assortment of cutlery. “But I think you are supposed to start on the outside and make your way inward?”
     
    “Yes! That sounds right!” Robyn sat back. “In any case I am really looking forward to this dinner. I could barely eat today, thinking about our concert this afternoon.”

“Me neither,” Kerry said. “After how rehearsals were going, I was afraid we were going in the dumper.”

“Oh come on,” said Jasmine. “Rehearsal wasn’t that bad, was it?”
     
    All three of them looked at her incredulously. “Uhhh…”
     
    “Ok, ok,” Jasmine smiled and ducked. “Sorry guys, I wasn’t exactly at my best. I’ll blame it on the jet lag.” Hers and Kerry’s eyes met briefly. Jasmine was trying not to let her emotions read on her face.
     
    “Oh sure,” Kerry said airily. “Jet lag’s the worst.” She winked at her friend. “It almost turns your whole world upside down.”
     
    Jasmine knew she was really referring to the way