(Ava’s POV)
The music and laughter of the wedding party washed over me like a wave as I slipped back into the reception hall, heart still pounding from what had just happened.
I barely noticed the elegant string quartet tucked in the far corner or the dozens of warm lights suspended like stars from the ceiling beams. I was too busy trying to keep my expression neutral, too focused on walking like my lips hadn’t just been on Dominic’s a few moments ago… and that Logan hadn’t caught us in the act.
Embarrassment still burned under my skin. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for a glass of champagne from a passing server. I wasn’t even sure why I’d taken it—I wasn’t much of a drinker—but I needed something to hold, something to ground me.
I scanned the crowd, hoping no one noticed m
