Chapter 88

The sky pulled an orange halo toward the brightening horizon, dyeing the layered clouds gold and spilling across the indigo sea. The water seemed to gleam with golden scales. Bethany caught up on sleep all morning before Silas woke her in the afternoon to get her makeup done. Silas had said that they'd shoot a set of wedding photos on the deck first. Apparently, the photographer, Vincent Cole, was also on the cruise ship. Bethany wore an ivory satin wedding dress with a long train, standing on the cruise ship's deck. The sea breeze gently lifted her veil, making the scattered crystals sway in the wind. Silas stood beside her in a sharp black suit, his posture as straight as a mast. His deep gaze rested on her delicate face, dowsed in the light of the setting sun. Vincent looked at the two newlyweds, who seemed rather unfamiliar with each other, and started directing. "Groom, put your hand on the bride's lower back!" Silas did as instructed, and Bethany immediately felt the