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Benjamin Newell beamed with pride as he watched his new wife strutting her stuff on the dance floor, surrounded by friends and family. The day had gone beautifully, and everyone seemed to have a great time. Lisa had used the bride’s prerogative to make him wait an extra ten minutes, turning up to the ceremony fashionably late. But he hadn’t doubted that she’d come — not really. He’d never been able to rely on anyone up until meeting Lisa, but he knew he could trust her fully. It was the first time he’d ever been able to give himself to anyone completely, and it felt hugely refreshing.
He sidled up to the bar and ordered another pint of Foster’s. It was easy drinking, and today had been a warm day — not to mention the heat building up inside the venue now that the disco lights were on
