Epilogue, several weeks later
The sun had long since set over Lake Wendouree. Summer was slowly fading into fall but it was still warm. Insects chirped in the reeds as a gentle breeze rolled off the lake. Jean sat on a park bench in comfortable silence pressed against Lucien's side, taking everything in.
"It is lovely here Lucien. I can see why you like it. I've never been out here after dark."
"Yes. The city lights don't afford much view of the stars but you can see the moon well enough."
Lucien took Jean's hand and held it in his, examining the little sparks that seem to catch on the diamond ring she was wearing.
"See how it sparkles in the moonlight?"
"Actually I think that is the street lamp behind us, but it is beautiful. Thank you."
"Show it to me?"
"Show you what?"
"You know what."
"Lucien, you know what my Script says. And it's dark out, you won't see anything."
"I want to see it anyway. Please Jean?"
Jean relented, unbuttoning the long sleeve of her blouse.
"Honestly this must be the tenth time this week."
Jean presented her arm to Lucien, who took it in both hands. He peered at it, trying to make out the details of the text in the shadows. Lowering his head, he kissed the inside of Jean's wrist, planting kisses in a line up her forearm. Jean felt a jolt of electricity shoot down her arm and spread through her body that she knew had nothing to do with soulmates.
"Lucien!" she hissed, but when Lucien looked up she was grinning.
Lucien pulled Jean tight against her, his spare hand entwined in hers.
"It's amazing to think, isn't it Jean? All these years, all these decades, we were both out there under the same sky. We just couldn't find each other."
Jean suddenly sat upright, looking worried. She fidgeted with her engagement ring.
"Lucien, I hope you understand, I don't regret my old life. Christopher and I, well we, and my boys. If I had to do it again I'm not sure I'd choose differently."
Lucien placed his hand against Jean's cheek.
"My darling. I would never ask that of you. I could never regret Mei Lin and Li either. Sometimes we end up exactly where we're meant to be, facing the challenges we were meant to face. You and I are together now and that's all that matters."
Jean smiled at that.
"And I thought you weren't a believer."
"Oh Jeannie, every time I look at you I believe."
Leaning in towards him, Jean snaked an arm behind Lucien's neck. She could feel him shiver at her touch.
"And how, Lucien, do I know that you don't just love me because you think I'm your soulmate?"
Lucien furrowed his brow.
"Is there a difference?"
"I'm not really sure."
Lucien closed the gap between them, punctuating each word with a gentle kiss.
"Well then, soon-to-be Mrs. Blake, I plan to spend the rest of my life finding out."'
The breeze picked up, causing the grasses on the lake to rattle quietly, muffling the sounds of the town beyond. Jean thought briefly of the moon, gradually getting brighter as it broke free of the horizon and rose higher into the sky. It was the same moon that shone down on her parents, and on Thomas an Genevieve as well. But under this sky on the edge of Lake Wendouree, Lucien and Jean were the only ones that mattered.