Sophia’s POV

Now outside, it gets quieter and colder the further I walk. The petals stop just before another bend, and a faint smell of tobacco mixed with that familiar clean scent wafts into my nostrils.

I knew it.

An instant smile is pushed to my lips. I take the bend and pause for a moment to stare. My heart beats faster.

Standing a few steps away against a pillar, his broad back to me, my new husband has his head bent over, looking occupied with something. He’s gotten rid of his tuxedo ...