Chapter 84

• —Ellie—
• The wedding was scheduled for late afternoon. I chose a Boho-style dress without pearls or a bodice. The top was knitted with a V-neckline, and the skirt flowed freely around my body, touching the ground in soft waves. My hair was down and fell in untamed curls around my shoulders. I allowed myself another moment to regard my reflection.
• Today I was absolutely certain of my love for my future husband. Tristan held my heart in an iron grip, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Love can bloom in the darkest place, and ours did wildly, freely, untamable. I hadn’t thought it possible to feel that way for someone; occasionally I’d dreamed of it or foolishly hoped for it, but I knew it to be a rare gift in our circles.