(Aurora's POV)
Then he looked up.
His hand stopped moving. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me, and the expression on his face was something I didn't have a word for. Not quite wonder. Something quieter than that. Something that sat in the chest rather than the eyes.
"Is there still time?" I asked.
His gaze moved over me slowly, from the top of my head to the hem of the dress, then back up. When he finally spoke, it wasn't about time.
"You are," he said, "the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life."
"Phineas. The guests-"
"Aurora."
"We can't keep them waiting."
He crossed the distance between us and took my hand. I expected him to start walking. Instead, he pulled me toward him, and his arms came around me, and his breath was warm against my shoulder.
"Give me
