The wedding was everything Elara had ever dreamed of.
But the honeymoon that was something else entirely.
Julian had planned it in secret, refusing to tell her where they were going. "It's a surprise," he said with a mysterious smile. "You'll love it. I promise."
Elara didn't press. She trusted him. And after everything they had been through, she was ready for a little mystery.
It wasn't until they arrived at the private airport that she realized where they were going.
"Julian," she gasped, staring at the private jet. "Are we”
"Caribbean," he said, his grin widening. "A private island. Just the two of us. No phones, no emails, no interruptions. Just us."
Tears filled her eyes. "You did all of this for me?"
"I did all of this for us." He took her hand, leading her toward the plane.
