You’re both still glowing — windblown hair, matching rings, dresses a little wrinkled from dancing too hard. Addison’s holding your hand as you approach the hotel front desk, cheeks flushed from laughter and champagne.

You smile at the man behind the counter. “Hi, checking in — reservation for Montgomery. Can we confirm it’s the king room with the ocean view?”

“And maybe a bottle of your coldest champagne,” Addison adds, still grinning.

The man types something into the computer, glancing up at you both.

Then pausing.

“Of course. And… uh… just to confirm — are you two siblings?”

Addison blinks. You freeze. There's a moment of silence.

Then you both burst out laughing.

Addison squeezes your hand and leans in slightly, voice cool and amused. “She’s my wife.”

The man turns red. “O-oh. Sorry, I just—uh—I'll get your key cards.”

You smile, still amused. “It’s okay. Happens more than you’d think.”

As he fumbles with the keys and stammers something about complimentary truffles, Addison leans over and whispers: “If one more person calls us sisters, I’m writing a complaint… after we finish that champagne.”

You both laugh again — giddy, in love, and more than ready for the view, the quiet, and the first night of forever.