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Thiago’s gaze slipped to India, who was clapping as loudly as anyone. He knew how much she respected his father, and her joy was genuine.

After the excitement died down and some of the guests left, those remaining hit the dance floor, including Thiago and India. Fortunately, she liked to dance as much as he did. Much later, with her head resting on his shoulder and her hand in his, Thiago led as they slow-danced to an old R&B tune.

“You have a great family. They’re very welcoming,” India said.

He had introduced her to them earlier, making their relationship public and official. Come next week, the employeesof Santana International would also be made aware of their relationship.

“I get the feeling Mr. Santana knew about us already,” she continued.

“He might have helped get us back together. He adores you,” Thiago said.

She briefly lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “Good to know. I’ll go to him when you act up.”

He laughed softly as she placed her head on his shoulder again.

Across the room, Audra and her husband Damon were one of the couples on the floor. They stood in one spot, arms wrapped around each other as they swayed to the music. Thiago hadn’t always been a fan of the former baseball player, and when the couple was on the brink of divorce, he had been staunchly on his sister’s side. But after counseling, they reconciled, and he had no doubt their marriage was now unshakeable and would last.

His father and stepmother were also among the last couples dancing, whispering and laughing as they moved around the floor. Something fierce stirred inside him as he watched them. He wanted what they had. An enduring love.

He kissed India’s forehead, certainty settling deep in his chest. One day he would have the honor of marrying her and spending his life with her.

No five-year plan. No carefully chosen night.

Just the two of them. Together. Treasuring each moment.

Always.

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