I spin around the reception room, greeting each guest. I take one more look around the big green carpet and think how there can’t be a better place for me to have gotten married. In addition to the countless memories that the house has provided for me, Hunter feels at home. This is exactly how I want Hunter to feel.

“I am tired,” I speak softly to my friends.

“Champagne is still flowing,” Valentina comments, and I narrow my eyes at her.

“You don’t say?” I say, pretending to be rude. “I chose it. Of course, it's good!” I start to drool at the bubbly liquid being served. “Just a...