Stepping into the other side of the vines, they both paused and looked around. Mike gave a long whistle.
“This is stunning,” Grier said in awe of the vision in front of them.
It was a secluded glade, with the sound of birds chirping, water rushing and bugs buzzing. A little dragonfly zipped past them, gleaming as the sunshine bounced off its wings.
“Was it made of ice?” Mike asked.
“I think so,” she giggled. She looked towards the base of the falls where Nick and their families waited. Even from here, she could see the nervousness on Nick’s face. “Maybe we took too long chatting. He looks dreadful.”
“He was definitely panicking.” Mike was laughing. He tucked her hand in his elbow, and they began to walk down the glimmering path. “I’m pretty sure he’s crying, Grier.”
“Me too,” she sni
