"There you two are," Dasha scolded, though her tone was jovial. The party was turning into a spectacular success and it was clear she couldn't be happier. "Come meet the Croziers, they flew in from New York just to be here for your special day."
Shaun and Jozef linked fingers, a united force, as they were paraded around the ballroom and introduced to a dizzying number of people. Shaun accepted a champagne glass somewhere along the way, and another as her empty one was replaced the instant the last drop slipped down her throat. She didn't drink often and was beginning to feel the effects of the champagne. She became more relaxed, her responses to whatever inquiries came her way far more candid than they would have been if she'd been sober.
For a shining moment, Shaun felt as if she belong
