“I feel like a zoo animal in a cage,” Emma muttered, lifting a glass of white wine to her lips. “They could at least be subtler about the staring.”

The way people had been staring at them from the moment they arrived was making her uncomfortable and after three hours, she was ready to leave.

Daniel arched an eyebrow, scanning the large formal room. Several pairs of eyes met, then slid away from his, caught ogling the newest couple in their midst. Satisfaction whispered through him. He didn't know why, but it did. He was glad she was with him. He didn't care about the gossip that would be circulating...