Page 151 of Chasing Olivia (Trace + Olivia 2)

I leaned my head on his shoulder, unconcerned about eating my meal. All that mattered to me was this moment that we were surrounded by everyone we loved.

The cutting of the cake went about as well as I expected. Trace shoved cake in my face and I got mad and tried to climb on his back. We both ended up falling on the floor, much to the amusement of the guests. But hey, that was Trace and I for you, and we definitely weren’t normal.

After we cleaned our faces of cake, and Trace changed his shirt since cake got smeared on that, it was time for our first dance as a couple.

When they announced us as Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth, my heart skipped a beat. I still wasn’t used to the fact that I was married and he was my husband. It seemed so surreal. How had I gotten so lucky?

I guessed the fact of the matter was I wasn’t that lucky. I hadn’t had the best childhood, the man I’d believed was my father tried to kill me, and there had been plenty of other bumps in the road. Despite everything I had been through, I still felt blessed, and it was because of the man that stood at my side.

“Shall we?” He held out his hand for me and guided me onto the dance floor that was made of more white rose petals. Lily had done an amazing job of making the wedding simple but elegant. Wedding planning might be her superpower.

He swayed us to the music, looking into my eyes. His gaze sent a shiver down my spine.

“You know,” he whispered, his lips brushing over the curve of my ear, “now that we’re married, there’s something I should probably tell you.”

“Tell me what?” I eyed him worriedly.

He smiled crookedly. “I lied.”

“You lied,” I repeated. “About what?” My heart raced in my chest. What could he have possibly lied about?

“When I said I can’t dance, that was a lie,” he whispered.

I snorted, relief flooding my veins. “I’ve seen you dance and it looks like you’re having a seizure.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “I like to dance like that because I can. But growing up here,” he gestured behind me to the mansion, “we were always having fancy parties so Trent and I had to know how to dance.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “So, all this time you wanted me to believe you couldn’t dance?” I asked him.

“No,” he shrugged. “I enjoy dancing like I’ve lost all control of my body,” he chuckled. “It’s fr

eeing. Formal dancing is boring, but I can do it.”

“Any other secrets you should let me in on?” I tilted my head as he swirled me around.

He shook his head. “You know all my secrets now.”

His fingers found my wedding ring and he twisted it around my finger unconsciously, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “You like that, don’t you?” I suppressed a laugh.

He nodded, looking down at me. “Even more than this,” he took my hand off his shoulder and kissed my wrist where the tattoo of his name was emblazoned. He’d said the same thing when we’d gotten engaged. It pleased me to know that he was happy to be married to me.

“I have to agree with you,” I smiled, laying my head against his chest as more couples began to join us on the dance floor.

“Good.” His chest rumbled against my ear with the word.

We danced to two more songs and then my grandpa was tapping on Trace’s shoulder. “May I have a turn?” He asked.

“Certainly,” Trace handed me off and left the dance floor.

“Hey, grandpa,” I smiled. “I’m really glad you guys could make it.”

“That husband of yours is pretty amazing,” he shook his head. “He made sure we got here okay.”

I looked over my shoulder at Trace, smiling as I watched him introduce himself to Ella. “I love him.”

“And he loves you,” my grandpa said. “It’s obvious in the way he looks at you.”

“So,” I smiled sadly, “when are you guys heading back?”

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