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from the many Angels almost lifted us into air. It was amazing, overwhelming. Then Mick leaned over, carefully removed the veil and kissed me gently. I closed my eyes as the crowd broke into an even louder cheer. Mick's lips were soft and warm.
    Then he let go and I opened my eyes and stared directly into his. He smiled and we both laughed. Then we turned to face the crowd. As we floated down the golden brick road it was raining flowers and butterflies were swarming us. Phoenixes squealed in the air while their golden wings glittered. Angels sang and trumpets sounded. Mick held my hand and led me towards the exit.
     

C HAPTER 3
    " I HAVE SOMETHING for you," Mick said as soon as we were alone in our new chambers in the tower of the northeastern part of the white marble castle. The Angels had given us this room to live in the last three months of our time here. The view was spectacular. They had given us the best room in the entire castle, no doubt about it.
    Mick carried me through the door and we floated towards the bed, laughing. Now we had a few hours to ourselves before the big dinner at Hornam Hall to celebrate our wedding. I enjoyed finally not having thousands of spirits and Angels staring at me. Finally being able to just be me. Me and him. Alone.
    "And what is that?" I asked.
    Mick pulled out something. It was a blue velvet box. He opened it.
    "What is it?" I asked curiously.
    Mick pulled out a stunning old mirror. I gasped. It was pure gold and on the frame were four enthralling emeralds. I had never been much into big stones or huge diamante rings or stuff like that, but this was truly breathtaking.
    "It's for you," he said.
    I was speechless. I fumbled with the words when I finally spoke. "You ... I ... I mean ... This ... Are you serious? It's beautiful, but what do I need a mirror for? Do I have a reflection in it?"
    Mick stared at me and then smiled. "You have in this one. It is different. Look for yourself."
    I grabbed the mirror by the golden handle and lifted it up in front of my face. I gasped. For the first time in many years I saw myself.
    "I know how much you wanted to look at yourself in that wedding dress so I got it for you."
    "How did you get this?" I asked.
    Mick shrugged. "Does it matter? Only the best is good enough for you."
    I stared at myself in the mirror tearing up. It was so strange to finally be able to see myself. I looked like I had suspected I would - for the most part. I laughed when I saw the dress for the first time with its puffy sleeves. I looked like I was dressed in whipped cream.
    "Was I always this chubby?" I asked.
    "You look exactly the way you did when you died, but you're not chubby," Mick said.
    I turned my head and studied myself in the mirror. "Well I guess it's too late to do anything about it, huh?"
    Mick leaned over and kissed me gently. "It doesn't matter." He leaned over and kissed me again. "You're perfect," he whispered.
    He took the mirror out of my hand and placed it on the table next to the bed. Then he leaned over and pressed me down onto the bed. Carefully he lay on top of me. He kissed my neck, my ear and my cheeks. Then he moved down to my throat and my breasts. I moaned in pleasure and enjoyed his touches. We hadn't been close physically since the night we made the baby. We wanted to wait till after the wedding, now that it was over I was looking forward to finally let loose.
    Mick was soon all over me. He pulled up my dress and disappeared inside of it. I felt him kiss my stomach and caress it gently.
    "Do you think the baby will mind if I make love to its mother?" he asked.
    I laughed. "I certainly don't think so."
    Mick kissed the bump on my stomach again then kissed my legs. I moaned slightly. I wanted him, I thought. I had been looking forward to finally be with him the right way and not like it had been on that night when ... I decided I wasn't going to think about that. It was all in the past. Mick was all over me now and soon he pulled off my dress.