She really didn’t. She understood that some people found extreme happiness and promises of forever sob-inducing, but she wasn’t that kind of girl. She had no idea why her eyes had been prickling ever since Lark and Mason finished their vows and turned to walk down the long aisle at the center of the church as husband and wife. There was nothing to be sniffly about. Lark had fit into her dress (thank God), Mason had been adorably overcome during the vows, and Aria had enjoyed stealing glances at Nash across the aisle where he stood with the groomsmen. The man was sexy as hell on a normal day, but her husband looked fine in a tux, so good it almost seemed a shame that all she could think about was getting him out of that tux as soon as possible. Up until this point, it had been a perfect day. So why was she hiding on the terrace of the reception hall, staring out at the rolling hills as twilight gave way to night feeling so…melancholy? “There you are.” Nash’s deep voice rolled over her as he stepped out onto the terrace.
