Dana POV
The reception was just as large as the wedding had been. I stood next to Hunter, sipping idly at my drink, my eyes sweeping over the large function room which had been set up to resemble a luxurious Winterland, a testament to the Christmas period and the holidays, Christmas has been and gone, but a lot of people still enjoying the festivities and events that continued long after the official Christmas period had ended. I felt Hunter studying me closely as I glanced around at the crowd. I was unsurprised to see that there were numerous reporters and photographers, all keen to get a close eye on the bride and groom, while also scanning the crowd for wealthy people they could include in their stories. For me, Christmas had been a bittersweet time. Between Lionel's diagnosis, the cha
