The wedding ceremony was simple but deeply moving, and the groom’s deep voice was unsteady as he made his vows and promised to love his bride for eternity. Soon they would be returning to the castle in Sicily, but Salvatore’s heart no longer belonged to Torre d’Aquila. It belonged to Darcey, who was the love of his life, and as he slid a gold band on her finger he whispered the words against her lips.
‘I will love you for ever. My heart and soul are yours and there will never be any secrets between us.’
Darcey rested her hand on her stomach and smiled as she thought of the secret she would tell him later, when they were alone. She knew he would love their child unconditionally, as she would, and as they loved Rosa. But her heart belonged to Salvatore.
‘I love you too,’ she murmured and, reaching up on tiptoe, she kissed him.
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