Maria
"Are we getting married here instead?" I look up dubiously at the gray stone castle rising above its surroundings against a cloudless sky. The Sorokin estate sits atop a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean like a nightmare waiting to be dreamt.
"It looks isolated." I frown as I press my nose against the car window to get a better look.
Mikhail smirks. "If you like, but I've already booked the fort upstate."
After a quick but romantic day trip to Niagara Falls, we agreed on Fort Charles in Twinning, New York, for our wedding venue. Neither place looks inviting or welcoming, a stark contrast to the joy I feel for my upcoming wedding, but they certainly look like they'll keep an army out.
"Don't tease me," I tell Mikhail. "I'm nervous enough as it is."
"You'll do fine. You've imp
