Chapter 32

Chapter 32: That man is the richest whose pleasures are cheapest

-Buddha

Sophia

The wedding is perfect. I can hear the hum of the ocean waves off in the distance, and the rustle of the palm trees as we stand under a white canopy and watch the happy couple recite their vows. The sun gleams down on our bodies like a warm blanket, and the salty, coconut scent of the ocean breeze envelopes all of my senses. My hair flows wildly around my shoulders, and my blue halter dress rustles under the wind as I dig my bare toes into the soft, warm sand.