Chapter Twelve
The vows solidified it for Beth. This was definitely the right thing to do. Reece’s words still echoed in her ears. It didn't matter that they were composed by another man. Pastor Patel had a knack for writing the vows of the ones he married. He always got to the heart of what the two people needed in their lives and crafted just the right words both needed to say to convey that.
She was Mrs. Reece Cartwright. All the doodling in her notebooks, all the pining each night in her childhood bed, all the wishing on stars falling from the skies, and pennies being tossed into wells, and prayers to God had manifested this.
Beth knew that when Reece said those vows, he'd meant them. If she hadn't believed his promises, then she would've known this was the right thing by that kiss.
