Chapter ELEVEN ELLIE

“Look this way please,” the photographer said, and I turned my attention towards the smiling woman.

I couldn’t believe it happened so quickly. But the ceremony was over, and I was now Mrs. Ellie Ramirez.

Holy. Shit

We’d decided on a light fare with Autumn themed cocktails and appetizers passed out by servers after the ceremony.

We already cut the cake, and coffee was now being served in pretty little demitasse cups.

It was a delicious confection made of dark chocolate and the most sublime buttercream on the whole planet, decked out with realistic replicas of my bouquet made out of spun sugar.

I looked down at the beautiful princess cut black diamond surrounded by dozens of sparkling baguettes in a platinum setting sitting on my finger, and my eyes widened.

He’d nailed it. There was something about the stone that just drew me. Maybe it was the mystery behind it. Or the fact black was not the normal color for a wedding dress or ring.