Handsome. Virile. Youthful. Exhibiting an almost magnetic sensuality. But how could she? Wouldn't that be a betrayal of Kip? Wouldn't that dishonour his memory? Wouldn't that discredit her marital vows? Her eyes flew open. She focused on the sombre blackness outside her window, willing herself to recall the brilliant whiteness of her wedding day – the snow, the mountains, the flowers, her gown. Tears welled in her eyes as she saw him waiting for her at the altar, waiting for her to walk down the aisle and join him. She had stood before God and vowed to love him till death do us part'. She had loved Kip until the very second that death had parted them.