Second Chance Vows
My family has this outdated tradition. On my twenty-second birthday, whoever gets my heirloom bracelet first becomes my wife.
For the past eighteen years, my childhood sweetheart, Madison Young, teased that she’d be the one to claim them.
However, when I opened the box, the beads snapped and spilled across the floor, right in front of a blind girl passing by, Grace Bellamy. She bent down and picked them up.
Madison made a scene, urging me to marry her instead, just to please my father’s illegitimate son, Connor Vaughn.
Watching Grace stand there, flustered and surrounded, I stepped forward, shielding her with my body.
"Fine," I said. "I’ll marry her."