Wedding Night

The hotel suite was beautiful. All cream walls and soft lighting and a huge king-sized bed that dominated the room like an accusation.

Prue stood at the window, still in her wedding dress, watching the lights of Savannah spread out below. Her reflection stared back at her from the glass.

Behind her, she could see Nate reflected in the glass as well as her moving around the suite. She watched as he shrugged out of his jacket. Heard the clink of his watch hitting the dresser. ...