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

eyes, determined to steal

felt like a

made her cherish every

increase in last-minute work had

noticed how weary she looked and joked, "We

eyes. "After going through all this trouble? Your grandmother would have

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

admit, there was some truth

a grand affair. She knew for

from powerful families had flown in

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

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

oncher

I need

catching the hint of a

was set in Eldermere's most famous mountain

perfect, surrounded by

days ago

mountainside; the

family beamed as they

who rarely smiled, was making polite small talk with the guests.

silent for a moment—then, as if on cue, they both

word, they rushed to where Nadia's cradle stood,