AsherThe hotel suite is bathed in soft candlelight, rose petals scattered across the marble floor leading to the bedroom.I've arranged every detail myself. I want this night to be perfect for Emmeline.I loosen my tie as I watch her through the doorway, standing at the window overlooking the city lights.Her wedding dress catches the glow from the candles, making her look ethereal.My wife. The word still sends a thrill through me."You know," I say, stepping up behind her, "I never thought I'd have this."She leans back against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her waist."What? A hotel suite with an obscene thread count?"I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her temple."A future. A family. Someone who knows everything about me and loves me anyway."She turns in my arms, her fingers threading through my hair as she leans up to kiss me.I deepen it, pouring years of longing and love into the connection between us.She tastes like champagne and wedding cake and promises kept."Help me wi
SebastianThe reception hall glows with warm amber light, and I can’t help but smile as I watch my sister spin in Asher's arms on the dance floor."Uncle Sebastian!" Jackson's voice cuts through my reverie as he tugs on my jacket."It's time for your speech!""Right, little man. Hopefully I won’t embarrass your mama too much."I make my way to the front of the room, accepting the microphone from the DJ.The conversations die down as I tap it gently."Most of you know me," I begin, my voice carrying across the room."I'm Sebastian, the brother who missed five years of Emmeline's life because our justice system isn't always just."A few people in the crowd shift uncomfortably, but I press on.This needs to be said."I spent those years angry. Bitter. Convinced that fairness was a fairy tale we told children." I find Emmeline's eyes across the room.She’s watching me with that expression she wore as a kid when I helped her with homework.Proud and a little worried I might go off script.
EmmelineI wake up on my wedding day to the sound of rain pattering against the windows, and for a moment, panic flutters in my chest.But then I remember what my grandmother used to say about rain on wedding days bringing good luck, and I smile into my pillow.Today I marry Asher Giordano."Mama!" Jackson's voice calls from downstairs, followed by the thunder of little feet on the stairs. "Mama, it's wedding day!"Before I can even sit up properly, my four-year-old hurricane bursts through the door, launching himself onto my bed with the enthusiasm of someone who's been awake for hours."Good morning, my love," I laugh, catching him in a hug."Are you ready for the big day?""I've been ready forever," he declares dramatically. "I already brushed my teeth and everything. Uncle Sebastian made pancakes shaped like wedding rings!""He did not.""He did too! They're a little lumpy, but they taste okay with lots of syrup.""Can I stay with you while you get ready?"Before I can answer, Cat
JacksonToday is the day before Daddy and Mama get married, and everyone's acting funny.Like they're all holding their breath and trying to smile extra big at the same time.I'm sitting on the front steps with my stuffed lion, watching Uncle Bruce check all the windows again.He's done it three times already this morning, and each time he gets that serious look that means he's thinking really hard about something.Uncle Bruce isn't the smartest grown-up I know, but he's the one who makes me feel safest. Except for daddy of course."Jackson, buddy, you ready for the big day?"Uncle Bruce comes over and sits beside me, his big hands gentle when he ruffles my hair."I think so," I say, then look up at him with my most serious face."Uncle Bruce, why are you checking the windows so much?"He gets that look adults get when they're trying to figure out how to talk to me like I'm little but not stupid."Just making sure everything's perfect for your parents' wedding, kiddo.""Are you worrie
AsherI'm staring at my laptop screen, reviewing the security reports Bruce sent over, when Jackson's voice cuts through my concentration."Daddy, are you nervous about getting married?"I look up to find my son standing in the doorway, wearing his pajamas and holding his stuffed lion.His red hair is sticking up in every direction, and his serious expression makes my chest tight with love."Come here, buddy," I say, pushing back from the desk and patting my lap.He climbs up, settling against me with the easy trust that never fails to humble me."Why do you ask?""Because Mama gets this funny look when she talks about the wedding. Like she's happy but also worried."Jackson tilts his head, studying my face with those too-perceptive eyes."Are you going to take care of her forever and ever?""Forever and ever," I promise, pressing a kiss to the top of his head."That's what marriage means, Jack. I'm promising to love and protect you and your mama for the rest of my life.""Good," he s
EmmelineI stand before the three-way mirror when it hits me.Holy shit, I'm getting married."You look absolutely radiant," Caterina says softly from behind me."Asher won't be able to breathe when he sees you."I catch her reflection in the mirror and feel my heart squeeze.The irony isn't lost on me.Here is the woman who had once been forced into an engagement with my fiancé, now serving as my maid of honor and dearest friend."I still can't believe this is real," I whisper."Six months ago, I still thought I'd lost everything. Now...""Now you're marrying the man you love, your brother is free and cleared of all charges, and you're about to become the happiest woman alive," Caterina finishes."You deserve this happiness, Emmeline. You've fought for it, bled for it, and earned every moment of joy that's coming your way."I turn to face her fully, taking her hands in mine."Are you sure about this? I know this situation might be... complicated for you."Caterina's laugh is warm and