Chapter 88 The Quiet After The Storm

• Final Epilogue : The Quiet After the Storm
• The air was crisp, the kind that only came with early fall that brief moment between summer’s end and winter’s whisper. Golden leaves danced in slow spirals from the tall trees that lined the Ashford estate, painting the ground with flecks of amber, red, and honey. The sky was a delicate watercolor of pale blues and soft grays, and the sun glinted through the trees just enough to warm the skin.
• Christian stood at the edge of the property, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, watching Ella ride her bicycle down the winding stone path. Her hair flew like a ribbon behind her, and her laughter rang out, pure and unfiltered, echoing across the trees like a promise that everything finally was right in the world.