Chapter 6 - The Rose on South BeachOver three hundred prominent business leaders, supreme court judges, corporate partners, and close friends gathered around white-linen tables set up along the stone patio, enjoying fine food and live acoustic music.
Grace stood near the marble balustrade wearing a breathtaking, floor-length ivory silk wedding gown designed to celebrate every curve of her figure. Her dark hair fell in glossy waves over her shoulders, her hazel eyes shining with absolute, unshakeable victory.
Down on her left hand rested an eight-carat flawless emerald-cut diamond engagement ring set beside the Cole family signet band.
Three-year-old Noah—wearing a miniature black tuxedo—ran across the manicured green lawn, giggling happily as he held a small wooden sailboat Leo had carved for him.
I walked out onto the terrace wearing an immaculate black tuxedo, stepping up behind Grace, wrapping my broad, warm arms around her waist, pulling her back flush against my solid chest.
I pressed a sweet, lingering kiss against her temple, my storm-gray eyes shining with an absolute, unshakeable devotion.
"What are you thinking about, my queen?" I whispered softly into her ear.
Grace looked out over the vast, sparkling blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean stretching before us into the unbroken horizon, feeling a deep, weightless peace settle into every corner of my soul.
"I was thinking about a worn handbag and cheap shoes," Grace answered softly, turning in my arms to rest her hands against my broad chest. "When a broke girl walked into a nursery and fell in love with a crying baby."
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I offered a rare, breathtaking smile—a look of pure, eternal love that lit up my severe, handsome face.
"You didn't just fall in love with a crying baby, Grace," I promised, leaning down to press my lips softly, fiercely against hers in a deep, unhurried kiss. "You saved a Don's soul."
