CHAPTER NINETEEN
MISTOVERTHEAEGEAN, Galen thought as she walked out of the bedroom. And for all the reasons he loved her—and there were many—one of them was because she wore that gorgeous dress all over again.
It really was perfect.
And so were they as he drove them to their wedding.
‘Oh, my God!’ Leo was dancing on the street as Roula climbed out, holding a cascade of vivid pink bougainvillea. ‘She’s wearingme!’
Galen was in the same wedding suit he had worn for Costa and Mary’s wedding. They were there too. But no one knew his and Roula’s secret just yet.
‘Should we...?’ Mary suggested, indicating that they go in.
‘Or maybe...’ Leo held back.
Costa just stood there, leaving it all to the others.
‘I have spoken with the staff...’ Kristina started, but Ruben, holding the baby, hushed her.
‘Let them...’
‘Thanks.’ Galen nodded, because this wedding no one had been able to organise. This was a wedding arranged quickly, because—well, some things needed to be done rapidly.
‘We’ll call you in soon,’ Galen said. ‘Ready?’ he checked with his bride-to-be.
‘I am. Are you?’
He took a breath and nodded as they stepped in and walked along the hall.
Roula’s breath caught, because one of the residents of the care home was playing the piano, and all of them were dressed in their finery. Diamonds and jewels and a very smart gentleman holding up a stick.
‘Galen!’
‘Sir,’ Galen said, and this time he went over. ‘Thank you for your help organising the guests. Everybody looks amazing.’
‘Well, it’s a wedding.’
‘Yes, it is!’
It really was.
‘Can I correct something?’ Galen said, just before they went in.
‘Of course,’ Roula said.
‘What I said about us having a baby in two years or so... I want to amend that.Nowis ideal.’
‘It is,’ Roula agreed, because she was safe in his love now.
But there was another love that needed him too.
‘Hey, Yaya...’ He gently shook her and she opened her eyes.
‘Home,’ she said, when she saw the bright pink flowers.
‘Theyarefrom home,’ Galen said. ‘Picked this morning, trailing down from your roof...’
‘Galen...’ She breathed in the scent and then looked up at Roula. ‘Oh, you look like a bride.’