Happy For You
Remi’s POV
The morning light poured through the stained glass windows, bathing everything in soft gold. I stood in front of the mirror, barely breathing.
The gown was everything I hadn’t even known I wanted.
The bodice hugged my shape with beautiful lacework that shimmered faintly when I moved. Off-shoulder sleeves of soft tulle floated around my arms like mist, and the back dipped low into a gentle curve, meeting a corset tied with pearl-threaded ribbon. From the waist down, the gown spilled into layers of organza that looked like drifting clouds—airy, flowing, but dramatic in motion.
Tiny embroidered stars lined the hem in silver thread. My veil was pinned gently into my hair, which was curled and swept to one side, revealing the small sapphire earring Rowan had given me on our third date. Yes it was crazy, we had to start going on dates every week. Getting to know each other all over again. Doing things right. Well not right, imagining going on a date after being proposed to and having kids.
Well whatever, I loved it anyways.
I pressed my hands against my stomach to calm the storm inside me.
Ten months.
Ten months of healing.
Ten months of falling in love all over again—with him, with myself, with the life I once feared I'd never be worthy of.
"Still breathing?" a soft voice came from the door.
I turned, and for a second, I forgot how to speak.
"Asher," I smiled.
He was dressed in simple black, no tie, jacket slung over one shoulder. His hair had grown out a bit, curling at the ends, and there was a peace in his face I hadn’t seen in months. He looked better, his eyes looked happier. Carter had been here earlier giving me a hug and now he came too. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
He walked over, eyes shining. “You invited me. You said, ‘Come if your soul is tired of violence.’”
“You remembered.”
“I needed to, one last time,” he said. “I’m leaving, Remi. Leaving the life. The mafia. Everything. I’m going to see the world. Live quietly. Paint again, maybe.”
I stepped forward and hugged him without hesitation.
“I’m proud of you,” I whispered. “I really am.”
He pulled back, gently wiped under my eye with his thumb. “Rowan’s lucky, you know.”
“I’m lucky too.”
He grinned. “Damn right you are. He’s terrifying.”
We both laughed, and then he bowed slightly and stepped back.
“I am glad you pulled through. You got a dad. A husband. A family. Who would have thought.”
“Not me.” I chuckled. “My aunt is dead. My uncle is dead. People that tried to bury me under is gone. Jules is getting better. And…everything still feels like a dream.”
“I understand what you mean. But you deserve every good that came your way. You deserve this.” He gave me one last look. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks Ash.”
“See you in the next life, Rem,” he said, turning to leave.
“Only if you bought me my favorite cake.”
I heard his chuckle fade down the corridor, and a moment later, Cedric stepped in.
He whistled.
"You're about to ruin the concept of beauty for every other woman in this room."
I shook my head, smiling nervously. “Don’t make me cry before I even get to the aisle.”
He walked closer, held out his arm, and looked at me with an emotion I couldn’t name.
“I’m proud of you, little monster.”
“You better be,” I said, placing my hand gently on his arm. “You’re the one giving me away.”
“Not giving,” he muttered. “Loaning. Rowan screws this up, I’ll break his legs.”
I smirked. “You said that last week.”
“And I meant it last week too.”
The music started.
The doors opened.
And sudde
nly, it was just sound and light and a thousand blinking memories in slow motion.
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