A Second Chance
And in a quiet moment between songs, Caesar lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to it—just as he had during her vows.
“You happy?” he murmured, his voice low, reverent.
Amaliah nodded, her eyes shining. “Beyond.”
Caesar smiled. “Then that’s all I’ll ever need.”
And in that starlit garden, wrapped in love and surrounded by the ones who mattered most, they danced.
Not like they'd been broken.
But like they'd been remade.
Not like love had hurt.
But like it had healed.
As if it were the first time.
And the last time they'd ever need to fall.
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