Mira’s POV
The sunlight hadn’t even touched the curtains when I woke up.
The air felt different. It felt calr but I was giddy on the inside.
My fingers reached instinctively for the other side of the bed, but Jace’s warmth was gone. His scent lingered though. His clean, masculine and grounding sll that made want to snuggle into him every ti. It was all over the sheets, in my hair, in the quiet hum of the morning.
For a long mont, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the reality of it all settle in.
Today.
Today, I was marrying the love of my life again.
Not because we had to. Not because soone’s signature demanded it or because of so letter his father wrote years ago. But because we wanted to. Because every storm we’d walked through sohow led back here.
I smiled to myself, rolling onto my side. The clock read 6:47 a.m. I should’ve been anxious, but I wasn’t. There was no panic, no racing heartbeat. Just peace and quiet, the steady kind that cos from being right where you’re ant to be.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Jace: Morning, mia cara.
Jace: Before you get mad — yes, I stole your favorite mug again. The coffee tastes better when it’s stolen.
I laughed softly, biting my lip as I typed back.
: You’re impossible.
Jace: And you love that way.
: Tragically.
Jace: Beautifully.
I could practically hear his smirk.
I got out of bed, padding barefoot across the room, and opened the curtains. The whole city stretched beneath . Sowhere out there, he was probably pacing, trying not to explode from excitent. That thought alone made grin.
Mu shower was warm and unhurried. I let the water run through my hair, closing my eyes as I thought about the last few years. The chaos, the heartbreak, the rebuilding. All of it had shaped us. This love wasn’t shiny or perfect. It was scarred and earned. And maybe that was what made it real.
By the ti I stepped out, the team Cecilia sent was already at the door.
Makeup artists, hairstylists, the designer’s assistant. Soon, it all felt so surreal. I never imagined getting a second wedding morning, let alone one like this.
They worked around with quiet laughter and soft chatter. One of them humd while curling my hair, another complinted my skin, and I just sat there smiling, trying to morize everything; the sll of perfu in the air, the soft rustle of fabric, the distant sound of music playing from soone’s phone.
Few hours later, Cecilia peeked in, clipboard in hand. "How’s my favorite bride?"
I t her eyes through the mirror. "Ready."
"You sure?" she teased. "You look like you could cry."
"I probably will," I admitted. "But in a good way."
She smiled knowingly. "I love that for you."
And I believed her.
When they zipped up my gown later, I had to close my eyes for a second. The lace hugged perfectly, the soft train pooled around my feet like clouds. It wasn’t heavy or overdone. It was just and I knew Jace would love it.
I turned toward the mirror, and the woman staring back looked nothing like the girl I once was.
This ti, she wasn’t scared. She was whole.
~
Jace’s POV
Tomas had been adjusting my tie for the fifth ti, and I still didn’t care. My hands were in my pockets, my mind sowhere else entirely.
"Stop fidgeting," he muttered.
"I can’t." I muttered.
"You’re acting like you’ve never done this before."
"Yeah, but I didn’t do it right before."
He sighed dramatically. "You’re hopeless."
Maybe I was. But the thought of seeing her walk down that aisle again had feeling like a man seeing sunlight after years of darkness.
Roberto had texted earlier that morning.
"Don’t make her cry too early in the ceremony. Save it for the vows."
I’d chuckled. For once, even he sounded like family.
My phone buzzed again.
Mira: You’re not allowed to see before the ceremony. I an it.
: Not even a peek?
Mira: Nope.
: Bad luck’s never stopped before.
Mira: Try it, and you’ll sleep on the couch tonight.
: My brave little tyrant.
Mira: Yours always.
That last ssage hit sowhere deep.
I pocketed my phone and looked around the suite. Everything was in motion — security briefings, decorations being checked, guests starting to arrive. But none of it mattered. All I could think about was her.
Tomas cleared his throat beside . "She’ll be here soon. You ready, boss?"
"I’ve been ready since the day she left and I realized I couldn’t breathe without her."
He gave a rare smile. "Then today’s your reset button."
~
Mira’s POV
By midday, everything felt suspended in a dream. The hall shimred with soft candlelight, white florals, and gold details that didn’t scream luxury, they whispered it instead.
Cecilia fussed with my veil while whispering last-minute reminders. "Deep breaths. Walk slow. Don’t trip."
I rolled my eyes playfully. "I’ve done this before, rember?"
I could barely rember how that went but whatever.
"Exactly," she smirked. "So let’s make this one count."
When the music started, my breath caught. The doors opened, and ti seed to stop.
There he was.
Jace stood at the end of the aisle, dark suit tailored perfectly, eyes locked on like I was the only thing in the room.
Every step I took toward him felt like walking through every mory — the fights, the laughter, the heartbreak, the healing. By the ti I reached him, my eyes burned with tears I didn’t want to blink away.
His smile was slow and real. It the kind that reached his eyes.
As he took my hand, he said; "You look like forever, mia cara."
"And you," I whispered, voice trembling, "look like ho."
When it was ti to say our vows, my hands trembled. Not from fear from the weight of everything these words carried.
Cecilia handed the small card I’d written on, but I didn’t need it. Every word was etched into already.
I looked up at him. The man who had once been my storm and sohow beca my shelter.
The guests faded away. It was just us.
"Jace," I began, my voice barely steady, "the first ti I married you, I didn’t know what I was walking into. I was scared. Angry. Confused. You were a stranger wearing a mask I didn’t understand."
I paused, eyes stinging. He smiled faintly, that quiet smile that always steadied .
"But now," I continued softly, "I know the man behind that mask. I know the way your silence hides your kindness, the way your control hides how deeply you feel. I’ve seen you at your strongest, at your weakest, and sohow you still choose love even when it’s ssy, even when it hurts."
I drew in a shaky breath. "You’ve taught that love isn’t about perfect beginnings or smooth paths. It’s about coming back every ti, no matter how many tis we break."
My voice caught, but I kept going.
"So today, I choose you again. Without fear. Without hesitation. I choose you in laughter and in silence, in peace and in chaos. I choose you when it’s easy, and I’ll still choose you when it’s hard."
A small tear slipped down my cheek. "You were never the fairytale, Jace. You were the truth. And that’s all I ever wanted."
When I finished, I saw his jaw tighten, eyes glinting. The kind of look he gave only when he was holding too much inside.
~
Jace’s POV
When she reached , everything inside stilled.
The crowd faded. The music dulled.
It was just her.
Mira — my anchor, my undoing, my everything.
Her hand trembled in mine, but her eyes were steady. I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking it too. We were thinking about the fact that sohow, against every odd, we’d found our way back to each other.
The officiant’s voice blurred in the background. All I could focus on was the way her thumb brushed over mine, the slight curve of her smile, the way her lips parted just before she whispered, "I love you."
I didn’t wait for my turn. I said it back right there, out of sync, breaking protocol and not caring one bit.
When she said her vows, I couldn’t breathe for a mont. It was the most profound thing I had ever heard in my life. She saw that I was stunned and she laughed softly, tears spilling.
That laugh was the sound I wanted to hear for the rest of my life. I managed to gather myself as the officiant said it was ti for my own vows.
I had rehearsed my vows a dozen tis in my head.
None of them survived the mont she looked at like that.
So I didn’t read from a card.
I just spoke.
"Mira," I said, my voice low, "the first ti I t you, I thought you were a complication. A problem I needed to solve."
A soft laugh rippled through the crowd, but I didn’t smile. My eyes stayed on hers.
"But then you beca the only thing that made sense in a world that never did."
She blinked fast, her lips trembling.
"I’ve done terrible things in my life. Things I can’t undo. But the one thing I’ll never regret, not even for a second, is loving you."
The words felt like they were pulled from deep inside . "You were my punishnt, my redemption, and sohow, my peace. You fought when I deserved it, forgave when I didn’t, and stayed when walking away would’ve been easier."
I reached for her hand. "You once told that love shouldn’t hurt. But the truth is — real love does. It changes you. It burns through everything you thought you were until all that’s left is what really matters. And for , that’s you."
She sniffled, smiling through her tears.
"So I make you this promise," I continued. "From this day forward, I’ll protect your joy like it’s my own. I’ll keep your heart safe, even from . And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that every version of the sinner, the fighter, the man — belongs only to you."
I exhaled slowly, my throat tight. "You’re my beginning, my middle, and my never-ending."
The officiant smiled softly. "You may exchange your rings."
~
When the ceremony ended, and I finally kissed her, the world erupted around us in cheers, claps, music, but in my head, it was silence. Just the sound of her heartbeat against mine.
As we walked out together, hand in hand, I realized this wasn’t just a wedding.
It was a resurrection.
Every scar, every wound, every dark night we’d endured had led to this morning filled with light.
And as the sun broke fully through the clouds, I knew it for certain.
This was our forever.
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