On Friday evening precisely at six forty, Susanna stepped onto the veranda, her gold Louboutin shoes resounding against the wide boards. She breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the fragrance of the island. With the fragrance of love. For the first time since she had said yes to Nathaniel, she felt like a princess. The breeze dipped a bit lower and swished the hem of Granny’s gown, twirling the folds against her legs. She glanced down to see the gold and crystal shoes sparkling in the early