In Death 29 - Kindred in Death

“I’m so ready.”
    The sun shone, and the quietest of breezes whispered under the music of flutes and violins. Masses of flowers sweetened the air. Peabody walked first down the white runner forming an aisle between the seated guests toward the arbor of white roses where Charles stood with Roarke and McNab.
    Eve followed her. Her eyes met Roarke’s. And there, she thought, right there was the reason for this. The reason for the flowers and the pomp, the fuss and the formality.
    There was love.
    Only you, she remembered. She’d walked to him on a summer day once before, and he’d seen only her.
    He smiled at her as he had when she’d walked down a white runner to an arbor of white roses toward him. As it had then, her heart gave one quick leap.
    Sometimes, she thought as she took her place, turned, life could be pretty damn perfect.