But that was her secret. A gift she would give him later, when they were all alone.
Night fell and the guests remained. A blanket of stars shone overhead, and as Tilly pressed her body close to Rio’s and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him, a shooting star passed directly above the party, serenading it with wishes from heaven.
Tilly blinked up at her husband and smiled.
Their future was brighter than a thousand shooting stars.
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