Six months later, Ian and I got married.
I put on my wedding dress again, but this time I was blessed by everyone.
Ian cried like a child that day.
Years later, we sat by the sea, feeling the breeze, watching the sunrise.
His eyes burned with passion, just as they had when he proposed.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore was like a melodious natural symphony.
I still remember what he said to me that year.
"Junie, you are the scattered sunlight, a warmth that fell into my dreams."
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Edward's POV:
On the day of his wedding to Lily, June Jones's eyes were red.
She said to me, "Take back what you said, and I'll pretend it never happened."
But I refused her.
Halfway through the wedding ceremony, I got a phone call.
It was news of June's death.
When I saw her body, m
