I stare directly at her because I don’t want to miss a thing, but I can feel Felix’s gaze. I know if I look, I’ll see the dimple. He hasn’t stopped smiling all day. When Bridget joins Miles at the altar, my eyes slide to Felix. “Hey,” he mouths. “Hi,” I mouth back. “You look hot.” “You too.” Felix in a tux is criminal. He nods his head at the archway. “Also hot.” I know it is. But I love that Felix thinks so, too.
