When Sir Cupid announced, "Presenting, Mr. and Mrs. Perseus Jackson!" and we walked onto the dance floor, my mouth dropped open, literally.

The dance floor, which was made of paved silver, was lined with red and white roses. Around the dance floor, there were tons and tons of tables, each with a silver tablecloth and red seat covers for silver chairs. On the tables were diamond vases, each with a single rose inside.

Annabeth whispered, "It's perfect," which was exactly what I was thinking. Aphrodite had really gone all out on the decorations!

The nine muses began playing a soft waltz. I asked Annabeth, "May I have this dance?"

She said, nodding, "Uh-huh."

We danced together and soon everyone was dancing.

After we had danced a lot of slow dances, I held Annabeth's hand and said, "We're married! This is great!"

And she replied, "Of course, Seaweed Brain," and kissed me softly.

Thalia, from somewhere behind us, whistled and said, "Ooooh."

"Shut up," I sighed.

We ate dinner, which was this special stuff that I don't know the name of.

"Time for cake?" Annabeth asked me after we were done.

"Yeah," I replied.

Sir Cupid, who seemed to be eavesdropping, shouted rather loudly, "TIME FOR CAKE!"

Our cake was brought out, and boy, it was BIG. As tall as me! And I'm 6 foot 2!

We cut it together and then shoved cake in the other's mouth.

After cake, we danced some more.

A lot more.

Let me tell you, our dancing lasted from about 6:00 at night to 1:30. It was really great. Of course, all the pictures weren't that great, but we still had a good time.

My dad had ordered us an enchanted limo that would take us to Hawaii, so we left the reception after dancing.

When we got to our hotel, we found out that my dad had booked us the Honeymoon Suite.

I laughed in spite of myself.

So did Annabeth.

In our hotel room, Annabeth said, "Percy, I'm worried about Carrie."

"Want to send her an Iris-Message?" I suggested.

"Sure," Annabeth agreed.

"O Goddess, accept my offering," I said once we had found a rainbow in the bathroom. I threw one drachma into it.

Annabeth said, "Carrie, goddess of math."

A vision of my daughter appeared in the mist.

"Mommy! Daddy! How is How-ay-ee?"

"Fine, sweetie. We're just checking up on you," I told her.

"Now go to bed," Annabeth commanded.

"Okay. I'm tired. Night Mommy and Daddy," said my daughter as she left the room, yawning.

I cut the connection and told Annabeth, "We should get some sleep too."

"Not just yet," she said as a mischievous smile spread across her face.