EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
‘“Apollo and Flora’s baby joy!”’
‘Baby joy?’ Flora looked at her husband as he began to read aloud from the magazine article underneath the headline. ‘Really?’
It was a photo spread Apollo had approved, of them and their new baby. One last, final bow to the media. At least, that was what Apollo had promised her.
His green eyes glinted with a wicked humour. ‘Certainly. We have a baby and it is joyous, correct?’
Flora looked down at said baby, the newly minted Elena Laura Constantinides, and smiled, her heart full of the most intense, almost painful love. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Yes, that’s true.’
Apollo put down the magazine and came over to where his wife sat on the couch with Elena in her arms, sitting down beside her. He bent and kissed the top of his new daughter’s head, then he kissed his wife. ‘You know what else is true?’ he asked, settling back in the couch, an arm around Flora so she and their baby were nestled against him.
Flora glanced up at him, into his jungle green eyes, every part of her thrilling to his presence. She smiled. ‘Tell me.’ It was a little ritual they had.
‘That I love you,’ he said, and gave her his beautiful, amazing smile.
‘And I love you too,’ she said, because she always had and she always would.
Love was the bedrock that they’d built their lives upon.
No word of a lie.
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