After 8 long years, Emelia Thomson returns home in a wedding dress with mascara stains down her cheeks. This isn't where she was supposed to be tonight. She was supposed to be 8 hours away in a hotel with him. But how are you supposed to marry a man you don't love? Sneaking around her childhood bedroom in an attempt to find some clothes that still fit her, she hits one too many creaky floor boards and by total happen stance, is stood in the presence of someone she hasn't seen in 8 years. Christian Wright blinks a few times, not believing his eyes are telling him the truth. But they were. She was back. Stood there not looking for a second like the girl he sent away to college, but she was as his as she'd been the day she left him.