Polly's Paradise

If I had to pick a place to be married, this wasn't bad.

It wasn't Paris. Definitely not.

And that was okay.

In a lot of ways, Polly's garden was even better.

The magnificent waterfall colliding into the crystal clear pool, to the lily pads with lilies floating along the surface, to the way the lush grass danced lazily in the soft wind.

There were dozens of flowers growing wild along the edge.

Trees surrounded this place - the heart of Polonias.

Polly's Paradise.

That was what I wanted to call the place.

Beyond the physical beauty was Polly herself.

My sister.

Her sweet disposition radiated around her.

She belonged here.

That much was obvious.

Maybe it was because it was part of her.

Then there was Leo.

We were nearly strangers.

He didn't love me any more than I loved him, but this wasn't about love.

It was about magic, and it seemed our magics bound together would save Polly.

I needed to go through with this.