She has never looked more beautiful, white and gold against the fresh
green of the riverbank as she runs toward him, smiling. Florian's heart
twists within him as he catches her in his arms. "What are you doing
here?"
"What do you think?"
"Child--"
A crowd is gathering to greet the new arrivals; he lets her go. Suddenly her face lights up (beautiful, beautiful, nothing held back in her joy) and Florian looks back, following her gaze. Justin has come out of the house: Justin, with a light in his eyes.
Of course, he thinks, and of course. Better so.
