“Diana Dominick.” She wiggled her fingers, studying her wedding ring. “Feels like that name’s always been mine, like it was written in the stars.” I turned toward her, resting my hand on her hip. “Maybe that was the writing on the ceiling back then, we just couldn’t see it.” “Mmmm, my hopeless romantic. Who would’ve known?” “Don’t dare tell anyone,” I teased, smirking as I went in for another kiss.
