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

to steal a few

a machine running on

long, exhausting day ahead made her cherish every

last-minute work had left her

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

rolled her eyes. "After going through all this trouble?

he didn't seem bothered. "The result would be

there was some truth to

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

from powerful families had flown in from

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

hers as his gaze drifted to

oncher

I

open to meet his, catching the hint of a

set in Eldermere's

by breathtaking scenery

snowfall from two days ago

way up the mountainside; the guests

beamed as they greeted everyone

small talk with the guests. Esmeralda had arrived

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

to where Nadia's cradle stood, each grabbing