Second chances are rare diamonds in the rough, as is allowing oneself to truly be happy. Will Noah and Milan push through their pains of the past to grab the priceless gem by the hand? Or will the tests put to their love prompt it to slip through th...
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Noah
Everything's going to be okay...
Outside, the sun was beaming with more than just warmth. The promise of spring behind its rays, and the anticipation of summer not too far behind...
Our wedding was in the middle of May. Two months from now, making it just about a year since I had proposed.
Everything was prepared, and falling right into place, too.
Down to the venue, the guest list and invitations, the food and catering, and the wardrobe. We had about two bridesmaids each, given that Milan and I weren't that close to many people. And it was just fine with me, because it meant less of a hassle to deal with. Less money, and less stress. Even though neither of us were even paying a penny for this.
Mr. Montgomery had insisted, the moment he received the news, that all wedding expenses went to him.
Everything. Down to the manis and pedis. And he'd done just the same for Octavia's wedding, according to my fiancé. Along with the help of Ryan's parents as well, but with ours he wanted complete financial responsibility. Even told my mother not to worry about spending a dime.
I wonder what my father would've said to that...
Aside from the waiting, though, everything else was pretty much done.
The real struggle was deciding between whether I wanted the date to be here already, or if I wanted to just soak it all in. Knowing it would be here before I knew it anyway...
Walking into my office while on my phone, I sent a text back to Milan, letting her know that I'd be downstairs in just a moment.
Removing my robe and putting away my briefcase, I was left in my navy pantsuit with a baby blue pinstripe blouse beneath it. Tailored, the legs were straight instead of flared as I wore nude heels, the bodice of my blazer accentuating my figure.
Checking my thin gold wristwatch, I grabbed the lightweight jacket I wore this morning to fold over my arm, making sure everything in my office was neat and in place before leaving out for today. Though just before passing my desk as I'd picked up my purse, my eyes caught a glimpse of the letter that had been staring at me from all angles since I received it.
From the state's prison. Written to me, from her...
I hadn't thought about her much since the day I watched her leave the courtroom in handcuffs, leaving me with a single glance over her shoulder as if she was okay with taking accountability. For once.
Someone had to have been out to get her. But either way, they weren't exactly wrong.
