beautiful diamonds in her ears. Then she reached for the box Graham had given her.
She gasped. It was her wedding dress. The one she had picked out with Elise. This couldn’t be right.
“Savannah?” Graham’s voice came at the door as if he knew.
“What’s happening, Graham?”
“Just put on the dress, darling.”
She acquiesced. Put on the dress, the shoes and gloves he had packed with it. In the mirror, she looked shell-shocked. But beautiful, the dress setting off her dark beauty and the up-swept hairdo. She took a deep breath and left the cottage. As she walked out the door, Graham came toward her.
“You look absolutely beautiful,” he said. The words were echoed in the expression on his face. “Ravishing.”
Savannah blushed with pleasure. He offered her his arm and she took it, walking with him toward the footbridge. As they walked closer, the lights came up around the gazebo, revealing the chairs, the people sitting in them. A man waiting at the end of the aisle wearing a priest’s collar.
Oh my god.
Savannah’s legs trembled as she walked down the aisle at Graham’s side, the truth of where she was undeniable. In the chairs in front of the priest she saw Elise. A few people from work. Her boss. Then she saw her brother. Savannah gasped in shock, her footsteps faltering as she stared at his face.
“Come, darling,” Graham murmured. “We’re almost there.”
She forced her limbs back under control but the tears poured from her eyes. Graham squeezed her hand, his touch firm and in control as he walked her down the aisle and to their wedding.
Chapter 6
Paris. The City of Light. Her honeymoon. A dream coming true.
Savannah sat back in the cab with Graham, her husband, by her side as the glittering Paris evening glided past their windows. She’d never been to France before, so was taking in everything about the country and about Paris in particular like a hungry woman at a buffet.
“This is so beautiful,” she breathed, staring out the window.
Graham sat beside her, checking something on his phone. As she spoke, he looked up at her distractedly then slid the phone into the pocket of his slacks. In the faint light coming into the taxi, Savannah could make out the gold gleam of his wedding ring. A possessive thrill zinged through her.
She was Mrs. Graham Victor. A wild and wonderful fantasy made reality.
After their shockingly sudden wedding, Graham had only given her a few hours to enjoy her brother’s presence before the limo arrived to take them to the airport. Even now, her head spun with the memory of the most beautiful night of her life, of Elise kissing her cheeks and wishing her happiness. Of her beautiful brother with his soft eyes and strong hugs telling her that Graham had contacted him, had paid for his trip back home in time for the wedding that had been a secret only to Savannah.
Samuel had ridden with them in the limousine to the airport and Graham had given them their privacy to talk, share hugs, and tears in the back of the long black car while he sat up front with the driver. It felt wonderful to see her brother again. Even though she knew he would still be in Miami when she returned, Savannah had barely been able to stop the tears from spilling down after saying goodbye to him again. Then she was off to Paris with her new husband.
Riding through the streets of Paris, she was able to throw off the melancholy of missing her brother and focus on the experience of being with Graham in a new place. Soon, the cab stopped. After Graham paid the driver, they stepped out onto the curb. The building they stood before was dark, a squat square with very discreet lettering in French.
Une Nuit D’amour.
“Come.” Graham took her hand and approached the arched red door.
He raised his hand and knocked in a peculiar rhythm. The door opened inward just a few inches. Enough for Graham to
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