CHAPTER SEVEN‘Thank You, God – thank You – thank You,’ Alana repeated over and over again to herself as, having been awakened by the singing of the gondoliers, she realised that the sun had risen and the canals were beginning to be busy.
It seemed more and more impossible every day to realise how fortunate she was as her happiness grew until like the sunshine it seemed to fill the whole world.
Yet it was true. She was married and the man sleeping beside her was her husband, who she belonged not only in name but with her whole being.
Every moment they were together she found it difficult to believe that they could ever be closer.
Yet as each day of their honeymoon passed, she knew that they were no longer two people but one and their bodies, their minds, their hearts and their souls had
