I imagined myself standing next to Victor on the beach at sunset, saying my vows in front of a priestess, and a smile bloomed on my face.
“That’s such a romantic idea,” I said. “Let’s do it.”
Getting married on the beach wasn’t my dream wedding, but I would be marrying my fated mate at one of our favorite places.
“We’ll start making plans tomorrow,” Victor said. “I’ll call the local courthouse to find out how we get a marriage license.”
“I can wear one of my sundresses,” I mumbled. “There’s no time to have something made.”
“You don’t want a nice gown getting full of sand anyhow,” Victor said. “That white dress with the tiny flowers you had on is pretty.”
“Yeah, it is,” I agreed. But something didn’t feel right. “Let’s get some sleep and plan everything tomorrow after we take a walk
