SEAN
Caroline let out a small sigh as I twirled her around during our fourth - or was it the fifth? - dance as a married couple.
She was beautiful, with her white dress and her bright blonde hair decorated with flowers and gems; pure, radiant light.
Just as I would have wanted her to be if that marriage had been dictated by our will, our feelings. Knowing it was a sham ... was painful.
"Are you tired?" I asked, taking her back into my arms and ending the dance with a casqué.
She nodded weakly - and for a moment, I actually glimpsed the exhaustion she was hiding. I couldn't blame her: it was well past eleven PM and the day had been so full - not to mention the fact that we'd spent most of it standing up, greeting and thanking guests, taking photos, and ... well, getting married.
