A gift **

Mirabel flipped to the next page and found nothing. After this entry, Monic Thebes did not write anything else again. The date on the last entry showed that it was written a few months before her demise.

Mirabel closed the diary and placed it under her chin, mulling over everything that she had read.

"Jorge….?"

"Hmm…."

"Do you think that-"

"Mirabel?"

"Mmmmm…" she paused and waited for him to speak. 

"I wanted you to have closure, and that is why I gave you the diary, but… you know…. It's our honeymoon, my Diva, and I want to be with you."

His voice was almost a whiny and coaxing one, causing Mirabel to smile widely. She chunked her questions away just as Jorge turned her and pressed his mouth to hers in a fervent kiss.

Mirabel smiled against his lips and responded with the same intensity. She wound her arms around his neck; the dairy still clasped in it. He nibbled his way to her neck and down her lobe,