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I see the beautiful busy streets of the town of St. Lucia; the cold wind blowing from the east side tells me there is a beach nearby.

The street isn't the only thing that catches my attention.

There are huge fireworks in the sky, bearing the words, "Welcome to St. Lucia, Camile."

"Oh My God!" I screamed as the window slides down. "You did this for me?"

Troy nods. "A queen deserves to be welcomed like one." Troy kisses the back of my hand, "You are my queen."

I look up at the sky as the writing fades. But I keep staring at the beautiful lights of the city of St. Lucia.

My instincts are right about the beach because the car stops by a cabin with the ocean in full view.

Troy doesn't care about offloading our luggage just yet; he makes us run into the almost-glass cabin.

"Let's check out the bedroom first." I surrender, knowing what he means by “checking out the bedroom.”

Chapter thirty-two

Epilogue #2

Troy

Nothing excites me more than knowing that I am spending the rest of my life with Camile.

This vacation is just for Camile and me. So, we made a rule: never to talk about any other person or business for the next eight weeks.

I got us to the Tet Rouge resort on the infamous Caribbean Island, and Camile smiles for hours non-stop.

Today, as we walk through the busy market of St. Lucia, I try to avoid the drummers beckoning us to dance.

But it is hard for Camile to resist such the rhythmic beat. So I watch her move in her flowing Caribbean maxi dress as a man leads her in each step.

"Come on." Camile dances to me and takes my hand. I hesitate as I laugh, but Camile is persistent.

Her eyes beg me, and gosh! I can't resist those beautiful eyes. "You will love it," she insists, "please come dance with me."

I oblige to her plea and try to dance as she holds me. The drummer and the instructors nod excitedly, indicating that we are doing well.

Camile is starting to breathe faster. She is getting out of breath. She holds me tight, and I placed her in a nearby by café chair.

"Are you okay?" I ask. "Do you need water?"

I fetch some water from the cafe's counter and wait for her to gulp it down before asking, "Should we go back to the resort? We can continue the tour tomorrow, or we can stay indoors. Anything you want."

"We should go back to the resort," Camile pleads.

I grab her hand as we take the next cab. She lies on the bed to take a nap. My phone buzzes as I go to get Camile another cup of water. The caller is Henry.

Before leaving Wallace, I told Henry never to call me unless it was an emergency.

I told him I didn't want to hear him talk about the hospital or the family's business.

I am here for a honeymoon holiday and intend to only think about Camile.

“Henry,” I say over the phone, “do you remember I am on a long honeymoon with my wife?”

I smile at the sound of the words, my wife. It feels good to know I am referring to Camile.

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