Enzo's Pov
"I, Eden, take you, Lorenzo, to be my husband. Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go, I will go, and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God. Where you die, I will die, and there will I be buried. May the Lord do so to me and more also if anything but death parts me from you."
I keep replaying her vows in my head on our way back home, each word a precious echo that settles deep in my soul. Her hand is resting in mine, warm and trusting. I pull it to my mouth and kiss her knuckles over and over, unable to stop myself. She smiles at me, a soft, radiant thing that grows wider every time I plant a kiss on the clear, brilliant diamond of the new ring on her finger.
