She still feels like she's landed in some dream. Rather than pinch herself--or Adrien (who'd probably pout)--Sophie contents herself by occasionally lifting his left hand with hers and staring at their matching rings to make sure she hasn't drifted from reality. Nope. The rings are real. She slips her arm around her husband's(!) waist and rests her cheek against him. Definitely real.

She doesn't begrudge any of those who drag him away for a dance or conversation or a private joke or well wishes. Everybody should have an Adrien in their life. Everyone should feel as happy as she does right now.