Chapter 15
A thousand poets could not put to words the love Anton felt for Elena.
She stood illuminated in light by the window, wearing a beautiful light-green dress—one of Mary’s taken in for her until more could be made.
Her hair was pulled away from her face with just a few loose tendrils by her temples.
And an added boon, Anton had caught her alone while the rest of the house prepared for Terrance and Sophia’s wedding.
He did his best to quietly approach, but she heard him and turned. A smile lit her face, making her whole countenance blossom like a rose.
“Why are you looking at me that way?” she asked.
Anton reached her and caught her hands with his. “Did you not know a man always looks at the woman he loves this way?”
She raised a brow. “Like he is about to devour a feast?”
He chuckled. “Not a feast—just one, very delicious, set of lips.” He bent his head down, and she met him in the middle.
Their kiss sparked a longing in him, and he had to pull away. “If only we were getting married today.”
“Our turn will come soon enough.” She turned and gazed out the window again.
He nodded. “What were you looking at?”
“I wasn’t looking at anything, just thinking about the Banbury Stone.”
“Oh?”
“It really is enchanted, is it not? I wished for your love, and it came true.”
Anton smiled. “It’s nice to think so. But a greater force was at work here. When God wants two people to be together, he doesn’t let a little spider get in his way. No web is too great for him to break.”
“You believe we were meant to be together? Like Adam and Eve?”
Anton fingered the little curl by her temple. “I believe God answered my prayer when I asked him for you. And I know you make me feel complete.”
Her eyes filled with moisture. “And I know love is stronger than fear.”
Their lips met again in a mutual promise to always remember what love had taught them.
THE END