Georgia’s POV
After the ceremony ended after the vows, the tears, the laughter, and the applause, Candice guided us toward our suite to rest and change for the reception. But the mont we stepped inside the hallway, Nick’s hand tightened around mine. By the ti we reached the door, he wasn’t just holding anymore; he was practically towing like a man seconds away from exploding.
The second the door clicked open, he spun around.
"Everybody out!" Nick barked.
The wedding planning team, Candice, two assistants, and a poor guy holding a stear all scrambled out like startled ducklings. The door slamd shut, and before I could form a single word, Nick pulled into the strongest embrace of my life.
His arms wrapped fully around , lifting slightly off my feet as his entire body trembled.
"Oh God... thank you, God," he whispered against my hair, voice thick and shaking.
"Nick..." My tears rose so fast I barely heard myself. They slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them.
He pulled back just enough to cup my face, thumbs brushing the wetness away with a gentleness that made my heart ache. His eyes were red, breath uneven.
"When?" he asked, voice cracking. "When did you start rembering? And why... why didn’t you tell right away?"
I smiled through the blur of my tears. "Because I wanted to surprise you."
His brows furrowed adorably as I continued, "I started rembering bits when we... made love. And everything ca back last night after watching the video you sent."
For a second, he just looked at —eyes widening, lips parting—and then he yanked back into his chest again.
"So it worked. And that’s why you left on seen last night," he breathed out, like a man praying and laughing at the sa ti. "Thank God—thank God it worked."
I laughed softly against him. "Yes, babe, it did... but you’re kind of suffocating ."
He instantly let go, stepping back with a boyish grin and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sorry. I—okay, wait."
He grabbed my shoulders and examined like a frantic doctor. "You rember everything, right? No headaches? No more gaps? Nothing feels fuzzy? No dizziness?"
I giggled because he looked ridiculous and adorable and completely in love.
"Yes, husband," I teased, "I’m back to myself."
The word ’husband’ froze him mid-panic.
He blinked.
Slowly, a grin stretched across his face, wide, real, breathtaking.
"Say it again," he whispered.
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Husband."
He exhaled like I had just handed him the universe.
"Right..." he said with a laugh, pulling close again. "I can finally call you wife without hiding it."
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, soft, slow, reverent.
"Let’s get changed," he murmured, still smiling. "I need to get back out there so I can scream to the entire world that you are my wife now."
Nick started unbuttoning his shirt. But the mont he slipped it off, reality slapped harder than the ocean breeze outside the balcony.
Oh no.
I rembered exactly what I was wearing under this gown.
The white lace lingerie set, the one the girls gave last night, the one Ella called "The outfit that will make your husband malfunction."
Yeah. That one.
Panic fluttered through , and I snatched up my other dress as gracefully as soone panicking could possibly do.
"I’ll, uh, I’ll change in the bathroom!" I squeaked.
Nick stopped halfway through unzipping his pants and raised a brow, amused.
"You’re going to change there? Don’t tell you suddenly got shy around your husband."
"I am not shy," I insisted with a laugh that absolutely sounded like soone being very, very shy. "I just need to pee! And change at the sa ti. Efficiency!" I rambled as I scooted toward the bathroom door.
He chuckled, shaking his head, completely unaware of the lace disaster underneath my gown, and let escape.
Once inside, I exhaled dramatically, removed my wedding dress before it could expose my entire soul to the man I married again, and slipped into my reception dress. It was a simple, elegant thin-strap empire gown, still bridal, still magical, but more fitting for dancing barefoot on sand.
When I ca back out, Nick was already dressed in a crisp white long-sleeved shirt and khaki pants, sleeves rolled, hair still a bit ssy from how he’d hugged earlier. Handso. Effortlessly so.
"You ready?" he asked, eyes softening the mont he saw .
I nodded, and his grin widened. "Good. Let’s go, I’m excited for the party."
But when we stepped into the hallway, Candice and her team stood there like ergency responders awaiting news.
"Is everything alright?" she blurted anxiously.
Nick broke into a wide, proud smile. "Yes. I was just excited after my wife gave the best surprise of my life."
Candice let out a long, dramatic sigh, hand pressed to her chest. "Thank goodness. I thought you were angry or, God forbid, arguing."
Nick and I burst into laughter at the sa ti.
Then she turned to her assistants with a quick snap of command mode:
"Inform the team, the couple will be entering the reception."
And that was when Nick glanced at ... with a look that said he absolutely planned to steal a few more monts alone before facing the crowd again.
Monts later, Nick and I stepped toward the reception area, the music shifted, upbeat drums, soft guitar strums, and the kind of lody that made you want to kick off your shoes and run barefoot through sand.
Candice peeked from behind the curtain that separated us from the venue.
"Ready?" she whispered.
Nick intertwined his fingers with mine, giving my hand a small squeeze, firm, warm, grounding.
"Ready, wife?" he murmured, making butterflies riot inside my stomach.
The curtains lifted.
A roar of cheers erupted.
"MR. AND MRS. KNIGHT!!!"
The spotlight cut through the evening glow and landed right on us. Nick grinned, tugged closer, and spun right into his arms in one smooth motion.
Nick led to the dance floor, and I frowned, confused. It was the order of the program that Candice told us.
Then my eyes caught the stage. Liam, Vicky, and Oliver were there, behind the music instrunts that they played when Nick proposed to .
"Uh... What is going on?" I asked Nick, but he only smiled and spun one more ti before placing one of his hands around my waist while the other held my hand.
"You’ll see..." he said with a wide smile before turning to the stage.
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