EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
Adonis Andreadis had always thought his wedding would be extravagantly beautiful. But he hadn’t imagined it on the side of a snowy mountain in the middle of the wilderness, with only spare few people in attendance, and his mother sitting proudly at the front, watching as he pledged his life to the woman of his dreams.
Their fathers were there also, seated together, best friends now against all odds, and defying the prognosis their doctors had given.
They were both determined to live to see their grandchildren.
This was his life. This was his wedding.
His entire life had changed the day that he had met Stevie Parker in a frozen airport.
And he was grateful for it.
Because he had always been a prince, powerful, wealthy. He had traveled the world, he had had many lovers, Stevie liked to remind him of that, as a form of punishment for the number of times he had mentioned it to her previously.
But he had never truly learned anything, had never really changed, until he had met her.
And she had changed the course of everything.
It was, he realized, fate.
But the thing about fate was you did still have to make a choice. You had to take hold of it.
And so when the minister said it was time to kiss the bride, he did just that. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her with all the love inside of him.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
“I’m giving thanks. To the mountain that brought us together, and to the woman who saved my life.”
“You saved mine too.”
“But you saved mine in more ways than one.”
“That is true,” she said smiling. “I did.”
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