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| Chapter Twenty-Seven |

| NARRUNG, AUSTRALIA |

| "I now pronounce you man and wife," the minister said, slowly closing his Bible. |

| Beneath a bonnet of white satin enveloped in the folds of a most exquisite rich white veil, and dressed in a pale pink satin dress with a gorgeous barege shawl draped loosely over her shoulders, Sasha looked through teary eyes up at Ashton. |

| He gazed down at her, as if she were a vision of awe-inspiring beauty. With trembling fingers, he lifted the veil and bent over her, pressing his lips softly against hers. |

| "My wife," he whispered. "My adorable wife." |

| Feeling as if she were floating, Sasha hugged his words to her. And when he stepped to her side, sweeping his arm around her waist, her gaze raked over him. Wearing a suit with an ascot at his throat, his hair neatly trimmed to lie just above his shirt |

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