CATALINA
When the wedding finally ended and the guests started leaving in ones and twos, Miguel pulled me aside, away from the crowd that were scrambling to talk to him, onto a quiet balcony that overlooked the water. The night air was warm and heavy with the scent of salt and roses.
We stood there for a long moment, neither of us speaking.
I marveled at the beauty of this place and wondered….if I ever got married, what would my wedding be like?
Miguel turned to face me, his hands sliding into his pockets.
“Thanks for coming with me,” he said suddenly.
I blinked. “Ten million is a good bargain.”
He laughed, then he was suddenly serious. His voice, low and rough. “Your time and presence is worth more than that.”
“Maybe you could make it forty million then.”
He laughed again. “No wa
