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None.

Because look at her.

The woman is breathtaking.

I hear someone whistle.

Probably Noel.

Someone else mutters, “Fucker’s gone.”

Correct.

I am absolutely gone.

Amanda laughs softly when she reaches me.

Actually laughs.

Right there in front of everyone.

“You okay, sweetheart?” she whispers.

“No.”

Her eyes widen.

“What?”

“I'm having a medical emergency.”

She snorts.

“Alessio.”

“Seriously. You're too fucking pretty. I think my heart stopped.”

Behind us, I hear Kai mutter, “Jesus Christ, he’s a goddamn poet over here.”

Mary giggles.

Ego groans.

Adrik Volkov actually smirks.

Which is apparently the Russian equivalent of hysterical laughter.

Amanda squeezes my hands.

“Breathe, handsome.”

“I'll try.”

“You know, I almost wore something else. Something plainer.”

I stare at her in horror.

“Why would you say something so terrible on our wedding day?”