I was yours the day after we met. I just didn't realize it at the time.
Jake stepped into the doorway. 'You look smashing.'
'You think?' She twirled, allowing the deep gold material to float around her. She'd never wanted a white wedding dress, simply because white didn't suit her, nor had she wanted anything remotely modern.
It hardly seemed suitable when she was marrying a man over three hundred and sixty years old. When she'd seen this beautiful old gown in a renaissance shop, she'd fallen in love. And it had fit her perfectly, meaning it was meant to be.
'I think Mary would have been proud of you,' he said softly.
Tears touched her eyes as memories of Jake's late wife rose in her mind. She blinked away the tears, leaned forward and kissed his cheek. 'She'll always be with us, you know.'
