C112 ICE HUNDRED AND TWELVE: BECOMING MRS. SLADE.

MADISON'S POV:

The sky that morning looked painted by the gods—lavender clouds streaking across a golden dawn, the ocean below catching every hue and shimmering it back like glass. Somewhere between the rhythm of the waves and the hum of drums in the distance, I realized that this was really happening. I was marrying Thane Slade.

I sat close to the window, enjoying the view. Behind me