Emma
Too many emotions fought for dominance as I stared into the courtyard two stories below. The Ramses family crest changed color as bubbles floated to the top of my champagne flute. Ian had brought up the bottle only to learn Rett had left. Maybe because it was my wedding and I was the bride, or because my new husband had left to tend to fires, or perhaps it was learning that my business partner who I would begrudgingly call my friend was deceased, I couldn't say for sure what exactly prompted my drinking spree. I just knew that I wasn't a big drinker and the more of the champagne I consumed, the less I thought about all the reasons to drink.
Instead, I focused on what had occurred near that fountain, the vows Rett and I had spoken. Knowing that neither of us had rehearsed somehow ma
