Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Five
Mateo’s pov
I stood at the back of the glowing glass conservatory, leaning against a cool iron pillar with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my trousers. The scent of thousands of crushed white roses and sweet jasmine filled the warm air, but my chest felt heavy. A few yards away, the most beautiful sight in the world was unfolding. My cousin Vanessa was laughing, her bright tears catching the light of a thousand candles like tiny diamonds, while Khalid held her close to his massive chest. Little Chase was still hopping around them in his tiny tuxedo, his gold-lettered sign swinging wildly against his chest. They looked like a picture from a storybook. They looked perfect. They looked completely, undeniably happy.
A genuine smile tugged at the
