How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

She couldn't worry about the details now-whatever came up, Jarrod would handle it.

By the time Elodie finished her makeup and slipped into her wedding dress, it was already half past ten.

She patted her cheeks, trying to summon some energy.

Jarrod had changed too, now dressed in his tailored suit. He stood tall and striking —she rarely saw anyone pull off a suit quite like he did. The proportions had to be just right; a fraction off either way and the effect would be lost.

Jarrod strolled over, giving her a sidelong glance. "Ms. Thorne, try not to look so hungry. Have some dignity."

Elodie didn't bother feeling embarrassed.

After all these years of marriage, nothing surprised her anymore.

But she had to admit, she'd never stopped appreciating the way he looked.

Suddenly realizing they were pressed for time, she grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the door. "You look awfully relaxed for someone who's about to be late."

Jarrod caught her hand and steered her toward his car. "We're taking this one."

He led her to his Rolls-Royce. Elodie glanced at him, puzzled. “Aren't we supposed to take the wedding car?"

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "No."

She didn't get it, but she was too tired to argue. With a yawn, she leaned back

closed her eyes, determined to steal a few

a machine running

exhausting day ahead made her cherish every second of quiet

increase in last-minute work had left her completely

weary she looked and joked, "We could always call the whole

"After going through all this trouble? Your grandmother would

in Jarrod's eyes, but he didn't seem bothered. "The result would be the same. The process

had to admit, there was some

this wedding was a grand affair. She knew for a fact the country's top media outlets had been

powerful families had flown in from

wedding of the Silverstein Group's CEO, plus their daughter's christening- everyone knew about it.

hooking his pinky around hers as his gaze drifted to the wedding band on

oncher

something important I

his, catching

in

perfect, surrounded by breathtaking scenery and pure mountain

from two days ago blanketed everything in

their way up the mountainside;

the matriarch and her family beamed as

talk with the guests. Esmeralda had arrived early

moment—then, as if on cue, they both bolted in the same

to where Nadia's cradle stood, each