Extended Epilogue
Two and a half years later – Blackmere Estate
Tristan looked down at the small sleeping face nestled against the soft folds of cotton muslin. “Hello, sweet Marguerite,” he whispered.
Two and a half years later – Blackmere Estate
Tristan looked down at the small sleeping face nestled against the soft folds of cotton muslin. “Hello, sweet Marguerite,” he whispered.