Page 128 of The Honest Affair

But would an affair like that really be for us?

Or would it be for everyone else, just like the way we had lived our lives for the past year and a half?

“All right,” I agreed at last. “Let’s do it. Let’s get married next month in Italy.”

Nina smiled, and her face lit up the entire room, brighter than any star in the night sky.

“But you know,” I added. “That means I’m going to want to call you Mrs. Zola, doll.”

“I don’t care what you call me,” Nina said as she touched her nose to mine. “As long as we’re honest about what we are. And as long as I’m finally yours.”

THE END