I reached out, squeezing her hand. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
Her blush deepened, but I meant it. The atmosphere in the room was something magical, something alive. It didn’t feel stiff or overly formal—it felt like home.
Beyond the decorations, Victoria had thought of everything.
A long buffet table lined one side of the room, overflowing with dishes that made my mouth water just looking at them.
Roast meats, their juices glistening under the warm lighting. Platters of fresh seafood, oysters nestled on beds of ice, delicate shrimp cocktails served in crystal glasses. A variety of cheeses, from sharp aged cheddar to creamy brie, arranged beside baskets of freshly baked bread.
There were colorful salads, vibrant fruit displays, and rich, decadent desserts—tiers of chocolate-d
