Despite the intimate atmosphere created by the soft glow of the cabin lights and the rhythmic hum of the engines, my mind would not stop racing. I forced a smile as Donald poured us glasses of champagne, his movements elegant and fluid, trying to get rid of the knot in my stomach. While enjoying the thrill of our honeymoon destination, I should be engrossed in the bliss of our wedding night.
But that man—the stranger who was lurking near the door during the wedding ceremony—kept coming back to me. He had been watching me. I knew for sure. Donald whispered, "To us," and lifted his glass. His eyes were warm and promise-filled.
I sipped, allowing the bubbles to tickle my throat as I clinked my glass against his. I repeated, "To us," but my thoughts were still elsewhere. Donald sat back an
