Emma flagged down a passing server and took two glasses of champagne, then handed one to me. “To our future,” she said. “To you, my love.” She smiled and pressed a kiss to my lips, then clinked her glass to mine and took a sip. “Oh, it’s divine.” “Straight from the Blackthorn cellars.” She rolled her eyes. “What a life you live.” “You live it, too, now.”
