Zara Fox's POV
Today is the wedding day. Julian arrived Thursday night, bringing Alina and me emerald earrings from his trip. They weren't just any emeralds: they looked like two green lights set in gold.
"For my two girls," he said with a smile so wide it almost gave me a heart attack. I'll wear them today. My daughter will too.
Calling her daughter comes from the very core of my being, as if that word had always lived inside me, waiting for the perfect moment to burst forth just for her.
To my surprise—and so the universe wouldn't lose its habit of blowing my mind—Julian has a twin sister. Her name is Amelie, but everyone calls her Mely. She's a retired model with a very exclusive cosmetics brand, and she married a Canadian army officer. When I saw her, I thought: so that's where
