"She really proved you right!"
Sienna smiled up at her bored, somewhat grumpy husband. "Did you expect any different?" She asked, adjusting the white, wide beach hat on her head. One of her arms was intertwined with his. The other was holding a bouquet of white and yellow flowers.
Waves rolled in gentle rhythm against the golden summer sand, their form catching the sunlight like lace. It had been six months since the last seeds of the rebellion were crushed. The empire could not have been anymore safer, in Sienna's opinion.
She looked back to the front, and smiled at her mother: the bride, who was radiant and undeniably pregnant. She was holding hands with Chase Twindell, reciting her vows. Her gown, a flowing cascade of ivory silk clung to her rounded belly with deliberate pride.
Elias shook his head. "One long vacation and she returns pregnant!"
