Dad, not to be outdone by Mama, made a toast immediately after hers. But not to her. It was to me…how it should have been, heh. But then the weirdest thing happened. Dwayne got up and stood in front of everyone.
“Uh, hi. I hope it’s okay if I say a few words,” he said, looking at Dad.
“Ki said something about grace, and it made me think of you, Luca. I appreciate the grace you extended toward me regarding your mother. And I wish you the best in your endeavors. I know you’re gonna have the best yoga studio around because you work hard and go for it. And Sophia, congratulations to you as well. May you have many many happy years together, plenty of children, and lots of money.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Sophia shouted.
Sophia and I dragged ourselves through the door, tired and drunk on love. Probably champagne too, but definitely love.
“Gosh, I’m so tired,” she said. “I don’t know if I can make it upstairs.”
“I’ll help you upstairs.” I couldn’t help but stare at her, in awe of being my wife. “You’re Mrs. Murillo now.”
She grinned like a child in front of a platter of cupcakes.
“I am!”
“You’re so beautiful.”
“On second thought,” she said, “I’m not so tired anymore…”
