Sarah
I slip into the wedding dress, amazed that he remembered to get it sized over my baby bump. Matthew had thought of everything.
At precisely four o'clock, I make my way down to the beach, my bare feet sinking into the warm sand. In the distance, I see a white gazebo that's decorated with flowers and flowing white fabric.
As I get closer, I see Matthew waiting, handsome in a white linen suit, his face lighting up when he spots me. But he's not alone. Standing with him are Matthew's family and Marishka. Even Josh and Rebecca is here.
"Oh my God," I breathe, tears threatening to ruin my perfect makeup.
Matthew steps forward to meet me, taking my hands in his.
"What is all this?" I whisper.
"A second chance," he says simply. "A new beginning for us. I wanted to see if you would marry me again so I can give you a proper wedding night this time. Sarah. Will you?"
I stare at him, tears flowing freely now. "You want to marry me again?"
