I was the happiest I had ever been in the arms of Oliver Plane, the man I loved, being loved and pampered.

"You are too happy, and now I'm wondering what's going on in your dream." I heard Oliver's deep and curious voice ask, and my lashes parted to see the face towering above mine, having a curious look on it.

"Oliver," I called.

"Ela." He leaned in and kissed my surprised lips. "What were you dreaming about?"

"I dreamt we got married and were on our honeymoon," I answered, wondering why he was in my room and how he got in.

His mouth twitched to the side as if...