(Mira)
By the time the room settled down from the ring, I thought maybe we would get a few quiet minutes. I should have known better.
Harlow was still talking from the chair across from us. Claire was moving things around on the table that did not need moving. Victor stood near the fireplace with that pleased look he tried to hide badly. Brothers came and went, offering congratulations, making jokes at Ridge, pretending they were not listening to every word said in the room.
Ridge sat beside me with one arm around me and one hand over my knee. Every so often he kissed my temple or my cheek like he could not help himself.
I didn’t mind.
Claire came back with another plate and set it in front of me.
“You need to eat.”
“I’m still eating the first one.”
“You can continue.”
Harlow laug
