Melody had moved into the Reef Bungalow with Drake and Bean. She didn’t waver. And as the weeks wound on, everything was all about wedding plans. Venues, flowers, colour schemes, cakes. And of course, the dress. At least, that’s what the locals thought of. Because by now, everyone knew Melody was getting married to Drake. But they weren’t really interested in something big and fancy, even though Drake said he would spare no expense to give her the wedding she wanted. What she wanted though, was a simple affair with close family and friends, but hell, anyone was invited really, on the beach where they met. They’d set up a wedding arch, which her uncle insisted on building himself, a couple of benches, and they’d dress up in chic island style.
The flowers and the bouquet would be made up of
