The shouting didn't stop. The photographers kept calling her name, begging for one more shot, one more smile, like they were afraid the moment would disappear if they blinked.
Charlotte couldn't help it anymore. A bright smile spread across her face, one that looked truly happy, truly free.
Then she spoke clearly, her voice soft but confident. "We will get married tomorrow."
"WHAT?!"
"Tomorrow?!"
"Are you serious?!"
"Charlotte, is this real?!"
The cameras flashed so violently it almost hurt to look at. Reporters pushed forward, shouting questions like their lives depended on it.
Charlotte simply smiled wider, as if she had been waiting to say those words for a long time.
Then she turned her face toward Damon. Her eyes softened, full of love and trust. "This time," she said gently, "I chose my future husband very carefully."
