One year later, on a private island in the South Pacific.
The entire island belonged to Charles. Crystal-blue water surrounded it in every direction.
Today... It was our wedding.
No media, no cameras, no flashing lights. Only our closest family and friends.
The white beach was covered with thousands of pink roses flown in from overseas. The ocean breeze gently lifted my veil.
I wore my mother's restored antique veil once again. Paired with the couture French wedding gown that had always been meant for me. Step by step, I walked toward Charles waiting at the end of the aisle.
Charles stood there in a black tailcoat. His eyes never left me.
After the officiant finished reading the vows, he smiled.
"Mr. Charles Wood, do you take Miss Eleanor Stone to be your lawful wife, for better or
