CHAPTER 10

“Oh, Thorin. It’s perfect, thank you so much.” Imara stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked over the lace wedding dress he bought her this morning.

Thorin leaned against the doorway and admired her. He wished he could’ve found something more fitting, but time was short. “You don’t have to thank me, my dear. I needed an excuse to get over to New Orleans anyway. Father Michael sends his love by the way.” Thorin reached in his pocket and took out a small...