Quinn wrung her hands in front of her…she was nervous, this was the second time she stood up on a podium, but this time she was giving herself entirely to a different man.

She didn’t feel the shame she should…instead there was this joyful feeling that flourished around her fleetly beating heart. As she looked into Zayd’s hazel eyes which were so different from Jeo’s blue ones, she felt no lugubrious, no doubt…just a growing sense of happiness that made her feel light; like ...