Epilogue
Epilogue
Eleven months later
On a Sa tu rday morning in early June, Olympia stood at the entrance to the Metropolitan Cathedral of Athens and took a moment to survey the achingly beautiful scene before her. The white columns, arches and gilded dome gleamed in the sunlight that streamed in through the windows. Flowers cascaded from urns, and the black and white marble of the floor shone.
Then her gaze landed on Alex. He stood at the other end of the aisle, in front of the altar, so tall, solid and handsome he took her breath away—and everything else simply disappeared.
Leo, his best man and the friend he’d reclaimed.
Elias, their four-month-old son, asleep in the arms of his doting Aunt Daphne.
The guests that filled the pews on both sides, because he’d opened himself up to the idea of friends and was no longer an island.
She could see nothing but him.
They’d come such a long way since the night of the engagement party, she thought, her heart filling with such joy she was surprised it hadn’t burst. At work she’d moved into the role she’d wanted and was already outperforming the market. These days she hardly ever had a moment of self-doubt, and she knew her worth because Alex regularly reminded her of it.
As promised, he’d let go of his feelings towards her mother, although he’d made it very clear he’d be taking a zero-tolerance approach. Selene had a front-row seat this morning, and so far had demonstrated exemplary behaviour. Of course, it was still early, and who knew what might happen by nightfall, but she seemed to be just intimidated enough by her soon-to-be son-in-law to toe the line.
The day their son was born had been the happiest of her life. This, everything she’d never dreamed she could have—security, stability, the love of a man she adored—came a very close second.
‘Ready?’
In response to Zander’s question, Olympia nodded, her throat too thick to speak, because she’d never been readier for anything. The organ struck up, filling the church with music, and she threaded her arm through his. The congregation hushed. Everyone stood and turned. And with a smile that was wide and bright, barely able to contain the happiness swirling around inside her, she walked towards her future.
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