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seemed perfect and magical.
    “What?” I asked, after I noticed he didn’t look away.
    “You love this,” he grinned.
    “Shut up,” I said in a hushed voice.
    “Just admit it. I know you better than you think,” he said confidently. I hated that he knew I would be happy.
    “I’m not admitting anything,” I gritted out through my smile.
    The waiter came and began pouring our champagne.
    “The bracelet? Who gave it to you?” he asked as he took his glass.
    “My father. It was one of two things he ever bought my mother,” I muttered as I took my glass and drank a little.
    “It’s pretty,” he said still watching me, damn him and his piercing blue eyes.
    “Stop it!” I nearly shouted.
    “Stop what?” he said annoyed.
    “Stop looking at me like that!” He laughed as he drank his champagne. “Addie, you’re my wife. I’ll fucking look at you if I want. Come, I think it’s our cue to go around thanking our guests.” He nudged his head to everyone.
    “What cue?”
    “Jessica’s waving at me with that look on her face.” Daimon leaned his head toward the back of the hall. I looked past the crowd and saw her looking exasperated. I laughed the moment I saw her. That look did me in. She even stomped her foot when our eyes met.
    “Now that’s worth every fucking penny,” Daimon said slyly.
    “What is?” I asked.
    “Hearing you laugh like that,” he replied. I stopped, feeling my heart skip.
    “Shut up, Daimon!”
    “Shall we?” He stood up and took my hand. I followed him as he introduced me to his various business associates.
    “She’s stunning, Daimon. You're a lucky man,” Rafe said as he approached us.
    “Don’t I know it,” Daimon said proudly.
    “Congratulations to you both. It was totally meant to be,” Rafe laughed as he walked up to me and kissed both my cheeks.
    “Hey, get your own girl,” Daimon bit out possessively.
    “Relax, Daimon. Everyone knows Addie’s yours,” Rafe stated, laughing at his friend’s expense.
    “I suppose congratulations are in order.” I heard from behind me. I watched as Daimon’s face fell. I looked around and there was his mother. She was the picture of pure elegance as she stood in front of us.
    “That’s my cue to leave,” Rafe said coldly. I guess Rafe didn’t like her much either.
    “I honestly don’t understand why you married her, but your father is beside himself. He decided to not come to this ridiculous farce,” she said quietly, not wanting to make a scene, but I knew she wanted to ruin this day for us. “Addie, I have to say with the right kind of money, you do clean up well. The only thing I’m going to tell you to do is take off that tacky bracelet of yours. That stunning dress is being ruined by it!” Her venomous words made me want to slink away. I tried to release my hand from Daimon's, but he held on tighter.
    “You don’t get to tell Addie anything. She belongs to me, not you!” He voice sounded menacing.
    “Daimon,” I said, trying to calm him down. He looked back at me and intertwined our fingers.
    “If you can’t be respectful to my wife, then you are not welcome here,” he said fiercely. He then pulled me away, taking me to the bar.
    “Daimon, that was your mother,” I implored.
    “Trust me, Addie, she’s not… worth it,” he hesitated; I could tell he was struggling with something.
    “Daimon?” We both heard an older gentleman call out to him.
    “I’ll only be gone for a few minutes,” Daimon said, looking back at me, his fingers leisurely caressing my cheek.
    “Just go,” I waved him off. I turned to the bartender, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Darren.
    “Hi,” I said smiling nervously.
    “Hi,” he grumbled. Darren was already drunk.
    “Darren, what's with you?” I asked as I approached him.
    “You’re really asking?” He looked at me incredulously. “You! You’re what’s wrong with me!” he snapped.
    “Why?” I asked, hurt at his words.
    “Come with me,” he said