Danielle tilted her head in teasing manner, feeling her slightly curled hair bounce on her bare shoulders. Everything felt like it had fallen into place, and it was a lovely, lovely feeling. Donovan looked so handsome, even if he was half out of the tuxedo, he looked so
handsome. She had tried so very hard to find colors and a scheme that would reflect their personalities and she felt like she'd managed it. Though, really, with how happy she was they could have been wearing potato sacks and she would have thought they looked fabulous.
Mrs. Rookwood. Was that the first time she had been called that? They'd been so quiet these past few weeks, Danielle couldn't recall...it sent tingles up and down her spine and she pushed herself forward, lifting her chin to stare at Donovan with a serene smile on her face.
"
Maybe," she let out, taking hold of his hands with both of hers. She didn't want to let him go, she
wasn't going to let her go, and part of her wanted to just slip away and take him all to herself. Danielle had to control her urges, and she'd look forward to their
honeymoon in the mean time. "But it's
true, you've never seemed handsomer."
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