‘Ah, but this time it’s different, moli mou,’ he had murmured. ‘This time it’s for ever.’
Their favourite photo was not of that day, nor indeed any of those taken on their original wedding day. It was an image captured the night when Lexi had flown to Hollywood to tell Xenon how much she loved him and he’d taken her downtown, to a fancy reception to mark his Oscar-winning film.
There was Xenon, tall and magnificent in an immaculate tuxedo, with Lexi beside him in jeans and a T-shirt still crumpled from her long, transatlantic flight.
But you didn’t really notice the discrepancy in what they were wearing, or the fact that Lexi’s hair looked as if it could have done with a good brushing. All you saw was the light which shone from their eyes, which even the most cynical observers had remarked was brighter than all the flashes from the assembled cameras.
That light was love.