The days leading up to our wedding were a blur of excitement and anticipation. Vincent and I made decisions together—everything from the smallest details to the big ones—without any pressure. He was patient, steady, and calm in the storm. With him, every choice felt right, and I felt ready for this next chapter in our lives.
Vincent never tried to fix me. After Cross had broken me, Vincent helped me heal. With him, love was safe, and for the first time in years, I felt whole again.
The night before our wedding, we escaped to a cottage by the lake. The air was crisp, the room lit by a crackling fire. We sat close on the couch, sipping wine, sharing stories. It was the calm before the storm of our big day, and I felt like we were the only two people in the world.
Vincent set his glass dow
