When the time finally came for the newlyweds to leave, a polished black limousine waited at the front of the estate. Its windows gleamed under the afternoon light. Evelyn stepped toward it with a soft smile, her gown brushing over the stone pathway, and her veil tucked over her arm.
Max opened the door for her, the sunlight catching the small details on his suit.
Evelyn climbed inside with her eyes warm and expectant.
Max was just about to follow when a familiar voice called out behind him.
“Max.”
He immediately paused and turned.
Vincent approached from the garden path. His steps were steady and his expression was softer than anything Max had seen from him all day. The sunlight caught on the slight greying of his hair, giving him a gentle, fatherly look.
Max stood straighter, unsur
