It was her favourite role and one she could only have dreamed of till now. There in the spotlight of his love Libby felt she could fly.
‘And I love you,’ she said. ‘I always will.’
There was cake for everyone, made by Shirley again, only this time without resentment so it tasted divine, and there was champagne for everyone except the bride, who didn’t need bubbles to be fizzing with joy.
And then it was just them, husband and wife checking into a lavish London hotel with a different view, one that looked out at the palace where tomorrow they would sit at midday and wait and see if Sev came.
‘I don’t think he’ll be there,’ Daniil said, because tomorrow was five years to the day he should have met him.
‘He might be,’ Libby said. ‘It’s worth a try.’
‘It is,’ Daniil said.
Love was always worth the try, he’d now found out.
Love was the most precious gift and, Daniil found, with love had come hope.
He closed the drapes on the view and the possibilities of tomorrow as he focused on this special night.
He took his bride in his arms and Libby lifted her face to meet his kiss.
Tomorrow they would look for answers.
Tonight, though, for Daniil and Libby there were no questions, just the tender celebration of their love.