Rose Without Her Jack
I stood there and watched—watched as Chloe put on my wedding dress.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her hand covering her mouth as she sobbed quietly.
"Mickey, this feels like a dream. Pinch me. Please. Am I dreaming? Am I really wearing a wedding dress... for you?"
His eyes were full of affection, but he held himself back.
When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, laced with longing and tenderness.
"Yes, you are. Rose... you're beautiful."
Chloe's eyes turned red as she looked up at him, hope flickering like flame.