The trio lingered over their drinks until the jug was completely drained, their cheeks flushed and their laughter spilling freely.
The wine had loosened their tongues and lightened their hearts, but Riley was careful not to let the night slip too far into drunken haze.
He could have easily called for another jug, yet he chose restraint.
This night was too important—he wanted Aurora to remember every heartbeat, every breath, and every touch without the fog of alcohol clouding her memories.
He set his cup aside and rose slowly, his eyes never leaving Aurora.
"It's time, wife," he said gently, his voice steady but laced with warmth.
Extending his hands, he helped her to her feet. Aurora's fingers trembled as they slipped into his, but she did not pull away.
Step by step, Riley led her toward the bedroom, the soft patter of their footsteps echoing in Edith's ears.
Left behind, Edith clasped her hands tightly in her lap.
