Several years later.On a private island in the Mediterranean.Golden sun, sandy beaches, bright blue water, white buildings. The whole place looked straight off a postcard.Elise got married there.The wedding was small and intimate, with only their closest family and friends.She wore a simple, elegant white dress with no long train. The cut hugged her slim waist and showed off her graceful shoulders and neck.Her pale champagne veil glowed in the sun.Elise stood beneath a flower-covered arch, a bouquet of white lilies of the valley in her hands. Her smile was bright and real.For once, there was no shadow in her eyes. Just peace. Just happiness.Timothy stood beside her in a white suit, watching her like she was the only person there.The officiant began."Elise Emery, do you take Timothy Tyrrel to be your husband, to love, care for, honor, and stay faithful to him, for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"El
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