The soft, warm breeze swept across the private white-sand beach, bringing the sweet smell of the ocean. The golden sun was setting over the deep blue water, painting the sky in beautiful shades of pink, orange, and purple.
Soft white flowers lined a wooden aisle built over the sand. Standing at the end of the aisle, right near the gently lapping waves, was Alexander.
He looked devastatingly handsome in a crisp, tailored navy-blue suit. Without his heavy winter coat or dark boardroom ties, he looked relaxed, open, and deeply happy. But his dark eyes were fixed on the back of the beach, his heart pounding in his chest like a nervous young boy's.
Then, the music began to play a soft, sweet melody played on a classical guitar.
Clara stepped onto the wooden path.
Alexander’s breath hitched
