Epilogue
Lucius and Angie married as planned, taking their vows just as the sun set against the snowcapped peaks of the Olympic Mountains.
The bride looked like a princess in an ivory gown studded with Swarovski crystals over delicate undergarments held together with dainty bows the groom looked forward to untying later that evening. She also wore the bridal gift he’d surprised her with—a bracelet, earrings and necklace—and, of course, her engagement ring.
No one present doubted theirs was a love match. If the guests found it strange that the couple promised to love, honor and always be truthful with one another, they dismissed it as a mild and acceptable eccentricity of the very wealthy. Nor did they doubt how much the couple adored the baby the groom held in his arms throughout most of the ceremony, only relieved of his precious burden when the time came to kiss his bride.
And during that first kiss between husband and wife, the fire diamonds she wore seemed to capture the light of the fading sun, sending a blaze of fire shooting through the room, a magical flame filled with love’s promise.
Everyone in attendance agreed.
It was all… Utter Perfection.