“Mr. Graves,” Allen said calmly, holding out a fresh coat in white, “I received the location from Mrs. Graves as well. Youshould change. The one you’re wearing smells like travel. Mrs. Graves will notice the smell.”
Without a word, Alexander shrugged off the coat he was wearing and tossed it carelessly to the ground, already pulling on the one Allen had handed him.
The next second, he stormed toward the car.
He didn’t wait.
The engine roared to life as he shoved the door open and slid inside. When Allen rushed forward, Alexander grabbed him by the back of his collar and shoved him aside.
“I’m driving. Take the other car,” he snapped, urgency choking his voice. He slid into the driver’s seat and sped off without waiting.
“Wait—take me with you, Mr. Graves!” Allen shouted after him.
But Alexander didn’t look back.
The car shot down the driveway and disappeared.
Cursing under his breath, Allen ran back inside, grabbed the keys to another car, and rushed out. Anita followed quickly, climbing into the passenger seat as they sped after Alexander.
***
Alexander’s car screeched to a stop.
His chest tightened as unease crawled up his spine. He stepped out, his pulse thundering, and walked toward what looked like a grand garden entrance. At the end of the path stood the doors of a restaurant.
His hands trembled as he pushed them open.
Darkness.
Complete darkness.
For a terrifying second, he couldn’t see anything at all.
Then—
Lights exploded on.
The sudden brightness made him blink as gasps and cheers filled the air.
Alexander froze.
The space wasn’t a restaurant.
It was a wedding hall.
Glass walls rose all around, open to the sky above, lights glowing softly from every direction. White flowers, ribbons, and delicate decorations filled the space. Chairs lined both sides—and seated in them were his family and friends, clapping loudly, grinning at him.
Then his gaze lifted to the stage.
And his world stopped.
On the elevated white stage, standing beneath soft lights, was Mia.
She was wearing the wedding dress from the album—the one beneath which he had written that single, desperate wish.
For a moment, Alexander forgot how to breathe.
Then his knees buckled.
