“Goodnight,” he whispered, kissing her softly.
Juliana slept through it. So beautiful, with those long black curls and that delicate bone structure. How had a loser like him ever managed to snag this angel?
She’d rejected his first proposal, and his second. But eventually his persistence paid off. Their first night together, he carried her over the threshold, and they made love. After, he cried. Juliana never judged him for his tears.
The next morning, she let him put her in a dress which he’d picked out for her, and burn the clothes in which her family had buried her.