I have to admit that the entire world feels a little surreal three hours later when I’m sitting pressed between Daphne and Ben in a booth, laughing and watching as Jesse, and Rafe, and Luca spray bottles of champagne into the air and down onto the crowd below, who are all going mad for it, screaming their approval and their love of the nation’s Prince, and Duke, and renewed national boxing Champion.
“Oh, come on, Daph,” I say, pressing a hand to my chest because I’m laughing so hard, “how can you go home after this!? It’s way too much fun!”
“I have to admit!” she says, having to raise her voice almost to shouting levels so that I can hear her over the pounding music. “You guys are making it really hard!”
And only about to get more difficult, I think as Rafe, grinning, comes over to the
