The grand banquet hall was an air of opulence and elegance befitting a billionaire’s wedding celebration. Intricate chandeliers adorned the high ceilings, casting a warm, golden glow over the large room. The walls were adorned with tasteful tapestries and ornate artwork, adding a touch of sophistication to the ambiance.
The tables were covered in crisp white linens, adorned with exquisite floral centerpieces that boasted an array of vibrant colors and delicate blooms. Crystal glassware sparkled under the soft lighting, while polished silverware reflected the surrounding splendor.
The banquet hall was meticulously decorated with cascading draperies in luxurious fabrics, creating an enchanting backdrop for the festivities. The dance floor was expansive and gleaming; the high-profile guests talked business and danced.
Impeccably dressed waitstaff glided through the room, attending to the guests’ every need while the tantalizing aroma of gourmet cuisine wafted from the lavish buffet stations.
As the music swelled and enveloped the banquet hall again, Thompson leaned closer to Roman and whispered, “I think you hit the jackpot with this one.” Roman nodded, his gaze fixed on Olivia as he watched her chat with his family; they doubled down in laughter over something she said.
The master of ceremonies took center stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the first dance of the newlyweds.”
Roman extended his hand to Olivia, a mix of anticipation and tenderness in his eyes.
“Mrs. Knight, care to join me?”
“If you insist, Mr. Knight,” she said in a mock British accent.
She placed her hand in his, and they moved toward the center of the dance floor. The soft glow of the overhead lights highlighted their figures as they swayed together, music played, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
As they danced, their eyes wandered across the room, taking in the joyous scene. Roman noticed his mother, Sloane, and his sister, Lily, gracefully twirling across the dance floor. The sight brought warmth to his heart as his usually gruff father stood nearby, wearing an uncharacteristically contented expression.
Olivia chuckled at the sight, also pointing out Avery and Thompson in a cozy corner, laughing in animated conversation.
Their surroundings faded into the background as they locked eyes, their connection intensifying with each passing moment. The room seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them lost in a world of their own.
Roman leaned in and whispered, “Do you remember when you collided with me that day? It was as if fate had orchestrated our meeting, and I’m eternally grateful for that moment.”
Olivia’s lips curled into a soft smile as she reminisced. “Yes, it was quite the collision, wasn’t it? We didn’t know it would lead us here.”
Roman’s voice grew tender as he said, “When I first laid eyes on you, wide-eyed and slightly clumsy, you stole my heart. Thank you for being exactly who you are.”
“Roman, you’re going to make me cry again.”
“I can’t wait to get out of here with you, take off that dress, and…. explore,” he whispered.
Familiar heat enveloped her lower body; this man held that swaying knee on her.
“So do I,” she whispered.
“Let’s disappear after this dance.”
“Roman? We’ll just leave everyone?”
“I’m sure they won’t mind.”
As the song came to an end, the assembly erupted in bravos and cheers.
The MC dropped the microphone and smoothly leaped off the stage, whooping.
Roman drew her into his arms and kissed her. They kissed as if a roomful of people were not watching, as if photographers weren’t snapping photos like mad. He cupped her face and kissed her tenderly, lovingly, until she was out of breath and out of words to express her love.
“Let’s get out of here. Now,” he whispered.
“I agree.”
“A hundred points for you, Mrs. Knight. You’re at the top of the scoreboard.”
He leaned in and tenderly kissed her again.
