Epilogue

Two years later

Rakia's POV

Love was a very strange thing.

It had this magical ability to wrap you in a cocoon that did nothing but to make you feel warm, soft and jelly inside. That was exactly how I felt, standing in front of the man who owned my heart.

Dressed in a silvery coloured suit with matching shoes and a beautiful blue iris sitting in his breast pocket, Clifford gave both of my hands a light squeeze. This was the day we had both been yearning for. The beginning of our new life together and a new age together.

"Clifford," the priest's called out. "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in good health as long as you both shall l