Chapter 25
How long would you wait for the one you loved? James had waited over three hundred years.
Their second wedding was different. The first had been an afternoon affair after harvest season, a simple ceremony where they pledged their commitment, knowing in their hearts that their love would span eternity. Their second wedding took place in the luminous warmth of a summer night at Jennifer’s house, a Victorian-era home where the rose-filled backyard glowed with white Christmas lights, candles and incense burning all around. Jennifer presided over the ceremony like an ethereal princess in her flowing robe, her long auburn hair loose around her shoulders. Their guests stood in a sacred circle holding white tapered candles, sending light across the night. Sarah wore a crown of flowers
