Epilogue
Leonardo gritted his teeth at the sight of his father and Isaac handing over a thick wad of cash each to his mother. It was such uncouth behavior, especially when it was done in public and on his wedding day, no less. He had no idea what they could be betting on now. His mother had won the third bet a year ago when she guessed accurately the timing of his proposal to Tristan.
Meanwhile, his mother simply grinned at him and mouthed, “Ten thousand each,” before slipping the money into her handbag.
His irritation faded in an instant when the music began to play. He grinned when his six-year-old twins spread flower petals along the path right in the center between the rows of benches, but he couldn’t breathe when he took in the sight of Tristan right behind them. Tristan’s parents
