And together Kace and I plan our wedding.
The next spring, we are married in Cremona in the very daisy field my father used to take me to visit, the scent of the flowers sprinkling the ceremony with the memory of family and home. Kace finally wears a tuxedo and he looks like sin and my satisfaction. And my hero. He is my hero. And in my white flowing dress, with all my new friends and family around me, I swear I can hear my father’s violin notes in the wind.
THE END