Grace's POV.
I just couldn't wipe the stupid smile from my face as I watched my husband dancing with his mother - my mother-in-law.
I kept repeating the words over and over in my head.
Rhyder was my husband. I was his wife. Our little circle had finally been completed.
It had been the perfect wedding - the perfect day. Rhyder had made sure of even the smallest detail. He was so attentive, so thoughtful. I was indeed, the luckiest woman on the planet.
I noticed my mother walking toward me across the dance floor. Her skin was flushed from twirling around with Tate - she seemed a little out of breath.
"Hi."
She breathed as she plomped down in the chair next to me, wiping her hair from her forehead with the back of her hand.
"Hi, mom."
I smiled, still keeping my eyes glued to Rhyder.
