Asha had never expected his heart to soar like this again. But now he felt happier than he had even been. Any past loves a mere wisp of a memory in the past, brushed out by his shining love before him. He turned and clasped her hand a broad grin on her face. “Then what are we waiting for?” He asked. He turned his back on the market and led her away, intent on making this woman, this angel, this love of his life, into his wife.