Reaching the door of their room she stopped and glared at Gypsy who was right at her heels. He had sent her after Selene, she knew it. When the puppy whined at her she could not help but smirk. It wasn’t her fault Logan was insanely protective.
Selene was organized to a fault. Though being with Logan balanced that out for her. Where she was weak and flawed he was strong. The leather bound photograph album was plucked from the bedside table. Inside the pages were covered with shots of the few friends they had dancing on the beach under the glow of the moon. Of Logan in a white button down shirt and slacks, Selene never would have expected or wanted a tuxedo. She almost expected bare feet and jeans, which would have been fine in her book. There were candled and fires, it was beautiful.
Looking at the pictures now as she walked back to the kitchen she could not help but smile. Never in her life could she recall looking as happy as she did that day, or every day that has passed since.
Setting the book down in front of Marie she smiled, a smile that showed how proud she was of the man she called husband. “He cleans up very nicely.” Selene jested as she took a seat and a sip from her cup.