Sophia's POV
The vows were simple.
Damien had written his the night before, alone on the terrace after everyone else had gone to bed, and he read them now with his hands holding mine, steady even though his voice wasn't quite.
"I used to think love was a liability," he said. "Something that made you weak, something people used against you. I built my whole life around never being that vulnerable again." He paused, looking at me properly. "Then you slid under a turnstile with nothing but a rejection letter and completely dismantled twenty one years of careful planning in about four minutes."
Remy laughed softly from somewhere behind me. Someone shushed him.
"I don't regret a single second of it," Damien continued. "Not the whiskey I handed you instead of comfort, not the crackers I cal
