Fists Before Vows

~HADLEY~

The dress was different this time.

Bigger. Heavier. Chosen because I wanted it, not because a publicist needed a picture.

The second wedding was larger than the first—more flowers, more family, more of a ceremony that felt like ours instead of a debt repayment.

I stood in the bridal suite and watched the garden from the window.

I was ready to marry Beckett again. More than ready. In fact,