“The husband has to carry his bride over the doorstep,” I say, weaving around the couch. “I didn’t get to do it the first time.” “Well, we’re in,” she squeals. “The threshold has been crossed, now put me down!” I set her down right in front of the feature I most wanted her to see. The feature I most wanted to see. She gasps, stepping back on instinct. Half the floor is made up of a pane of thick glass, giving you an aquarium-like view into the water below. “Oh god, it’s so beautiful! Ryan, look at the fish.” She drops down to her knees, hands pressed to the glass as she watches them dart back
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