C98 ICE NINETY-EIGHT: WHEN LOVE COMES HOME.

MADISON'S POV:

The beachfront venue stole my breath.

White chairs arranged in perfect rows on sand still warm from afternoon sun. An arbor wound with white roses and golden flowers. Real gold-painted blooms that caught fading light like captured sunshine. The ocean provided a living backdrop, waves gentle against shore.

Maybe a hundred guests. "Small and intimate," Eden had insisted