CHAPTER 42

After the steamy moment inside the car, I felt flushed as Thiago carefully helped me adjust my clothes. The heat of our earlier encounter still clung to the air between us, making it almost impossible to focus. Thiago was nonchalant, his face relaxed as he pulled his pants back up, as though what had just happened was the most natural thing in the world.

“Fix your hair, wifey,” Thiago said, smirking as he reached out to tuck a stray strand behind my ear.

I slapped his hand away playfully, shaking my head. “You’re impossible.”

He chuckled, stepping out of the car before offering me his hand. “We can’t keep the newlyweds waiting.”

The reception hall loomed ahead, buzzing with laughter and conversation. As we walked in, I felt a wave of awkwardness wash over me. The guests were older, many of them probably around my father’s age. I tugged slightly at my dress, suddenly conscious of how out of place I felt. I couldn’t help but glance at Thiago, who was moving with his usual confidence, c