“It’s true,” he said.
Her eyes went through a whole sequence of emotions: surprise, then compassion and sadness, and then something that looked like joy. Her face flushed pink again, and she looked like the Bridey Taylor he had fallen in love with.
“How could you marry someone else?” he asked.
“I told you,” she said. “I was hypnotized by a snake.”
“That’s no excuse.”
“I don’t know, then,” she said. “I just—I didn’t know.”
“But now you do?”
“I do.”
“Are you sure?”
In answer, she drew him close, to kiss the bride. William buried his hands in her curls, at the base of her neck, and felt her long-desired body press against him. Her soft mouth against his. The gingery smell.