Chapter 25 - THE WEDDING AT LAKE MICHIGAN
In the spring of the following year, a small, elegant wedding took place on the lawn of the Evanston lakefront estate.
Clara looked radiant in a lace wedding gown, her blonde hair arranged in an elegant bun with fresh white orchids.
David stood at the altar near the water in his crisp navy blue suit, his lapel adorned with his small gold US flag pin.
Two-year-old Maya, wearing a tiny pink dress, walked down the aisle carrying a basket of white flower petals with a bright giggle.
Friends, former colleagues, and board members cheered as the minister declared them husband and wife under the blue sky.
As David pulled Clara close for their first kiss, the sound of clapping echoed warmly across the manicured lawn.
That night, after the guests had departed and Maya was fast asleep in her nursery, David and Clara stood on the balcony.
A gentle spring breeze blew off Lake Michigan, carrying the fresh scent of blooming lilacs and damp earth.
"We built a real home, David," Clara whispered, resting her head against his chest as his arms wrapped around her waist.
"A home built on truth, love, and protection," David agreed, kissing her forehead gently under the moonlight.
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Life seemed absolute, perfect, and unshakeable, a triumph of light over the dark shadows of the past.
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