Her Second Chance Mate
I’d taken my spot beside Aurelia and Tristan, my head turning before anyone else felt her before I saw her.
Holly moved toward me, bathed in the golden light of the sun filtering through the trees, her cream-colored gown flowing around her. The delicate lace on the sleeves and hem caught the breeze, soft yet strong—just like her. Her usually wild hair was pinned back in a loose bun, and with each step, her white cowboy boots peeked out beneath the fabric. She held a wildflower bouquet of black-eyed Susans, goldenrods, asters, daisies, and Queen Anne’s lace. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, steady and sure.
Tristan nudged me. “Told you you’d cry.”
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