We turn to each other and laugh through our tears. “He really did think of everything, didn’t he?” Syrah says, eyeing the pendantwith fascination.
“He always does.” I pull the necklace out of its case and hand it to Syrah. “Can you put it on me?”
Once it’s secured around my neck, I touch it gingerly, feeling more complete than I have in a while. I squeeze Syrah’s hand andswallow all the emotion threatening to bubble up inside me. “Now, I have all three of you with me today.”
“Here,” she says, handing me a note that I hadn’t even noticed. “It came with the gift.”
It’s a short note written on a small, perfumed card, but I recognize Dmitri’s handwriting instantly.
It is my greatest honor to marry you today. Please accept this gift as a token of my love and devotion to you. For today,for
