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Charles met them at the airport He smiled, shook Marco’s hand, started to shake Ehed and kissed him

A light, lovely snoas falling as they drove through the streets of Manhattan

“I love the city when it’s like this,” Emily said softly as she sat within the curve of her husband’s arm “It’s so beautiful”

“Beautiful,” he said solemnly, and tilted her face to his for a kiss

The doorreeted them with a smile

“Welcoratulations”

They rode up to the penthouse, their arms around each other, Emily’s head on Marco’s shoulder When the elevator doors opened, Marco said, “Wait, cara” He stepped out, hit the switch and the entire foyer and huge living rooht

Eht

There were flowers everywhere Orchids Roses Muasp, or for the way her hands flew to her heart

At the far end of the living roorand piano waited for its nener

“My wedding gift, cara,” Marco said He hesitated His wife had not moved She had not spoken Had he made a mistake?

“Emilia mia What is it?”

She shook her head She eeping; how could she speak when her heart was so full?

“Emily Please…”

She looked at her husband “How did you know?” she whispered “How did you guess? It’s—it’s like having apiece of me come back”