Death was time, curse, or the credence of life. But for Amaris, it was a gift. The last of her love. Before she ended it all, she wanted at least to experience something. An open heart wished. She just tried. And like a gift returned, the man she randomly asked to marry her simply agreed to do so.

A dream was hope, fantasy, or a goal. It wasn't supposed to be reality. If it was, Miracle wouldn't call it a dream. Being married to the man she loved since she was sixteen was a far-fetched reality to woke up to, especially if she remembered getting wasted at the fact he was marrying someone else tomorrow. How come his vows were sworn to her? Vows so far from the dream she wished just never came true.