For a while, people come to congratulate us on our marriage. Everyone is relaxed and interacting at the party. Zuriel's mom is ecstatic as she comes to us, 

" Oh, my perfect, love. You've made me so happy!" she says. Zuriel caresses her cheek gently. 

" I'm glad you are, mother." 

" But I want you to be happy too... Both of you," she says. 

" We are happy, aunt. Thank you," I say. 

Zuriel and I dance together, and I love it. He's grumpy because he doesn't want to dance, but still obliges. His hands are on my waist as we move to the music. I was lost in...