AnabelleIt wasn't the wedding I'd imagined all those years when I was a kid. Back then, I'd had images of majestic castles, hundreds of people filling the pews, elegance at every turn. Back then, I'd been pining for Prince Charming to ride in on his white steed and sweep me off my feet – you know, the sort of stuff little girls fantasize about. The sort of stuff you grow out of over time. For the most part.
This wasn't the wedding I'd imagined, but in its own way, it was absolutely perfect.
We weren't in an ancient castle with a heavenly sounding choir playing – instead, we were actually in Kane's bar.
We were months removed from the incident with the Incas. It had taken a little time to sort everything out, but we'd managed to make it through. Kane had gotten out of the life, handing t
