Epilogue.
18 MONTHS LATER.
Samara caressed the small swell of her new baby beneath the satin of her fitted, white wedding dress. When she’d planned her ceremony and picked out her slim line gown, she hadn’t thought she’d be pregnant for the second time.
“Are you ready, my girl?” her father asked, stepping up next to her and holding out his arm. His face beamed with pride and her heart swelled with the knowledge that her beloved parents adored Julian.
“Yes. Most definitely.”
She took her father’s arm in the lobby of the hotel she’d help rise from the ashes.
The marble floor shone and there was a general happy buzz all around her from the many staff and all the people currently visiting the old dame of a hotel.
Her father marched forward and they began to walk outside, the automatic d
