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

a machine running on

of the long, exhausting day ahead made her cherish

sudden increase in last-minute work had

looked and joked, "We could always call the whole thing

through all this trouble?

eyes, but he didn't seem bothered. "The result would be the

to admit, there was some

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

powerful families had

Silverstein Group's CEO, plus their daughter's christening- everyone knew about it. The whole city was watching. There was

squeezed her hand, hooking his pinky around hers as his gaze drifted to the wedding band

oncher

important I need

eyes snapped open to meet his, catching the hint of a smile in

in Eldermere's most famous

was perfect, surrounded by breathtaking scenery and pure

two days ago blanketed everything in

up the mountainside;

family beamed as

who rarely smiled, was making polite small talk with the guests. Esmeralda had arrived early and ran right into

two sized each other up, falling silent for a moment—then, as if on cue, they both bolted in the

where