Grayson POV
The party is tame by Charlotte's standards. I assume that Grandfather and Karen had something to do with that. I can't stop looking over at my wife, who is wearing a red wine dress that has a split along the leg and shows off her accents and curves. She's stunning, a goddess in a sea of women who can't even hope to remotely compare to her. I'm proud to have her on my arm, proud to call her my wife. As I drag her to the dance floor, my arms wrap themselves around her, my body instinctively moving closer so that I can look deeper into her eyes. It's heaven. The whole world just drops away. It's like there's nobody else there but the two of us. Exactly as I like it.
She's so soft. Her hair has soft curls that make her hair more wavy as it cascades loosely down her shoulders. He
