Chapter 8 - Their Second Wedding Had No Guards, No Guns, and No SecretsNico proposed quietly.
No diamonds.
No orchestra.
No helicopter.
He took Norah to the lake.
He knelt beside the water.
“I can't promise I'll never make mistakes.”
She smiled.
“Good.”
“I can't promise the world will always be safe.”
“I know.”
“I can promise you one thing.”
“What?”
“I will never make you wonder whether I want you.”
Her eyes filled.
“Yes.”
They married again.
This time, it wasn't a mafia wedding.
It was a family wedding.
Arthur stood beside Nico.
Norah's cousins came.
Friends came.
The ceremony took place in the garden.
The same woman who had once left through a service elevator now walked down a path toward the man who had finally learned how to love her.
Nico cried.
Norah laughed.
The vows were simple.
“I choose you.”
“I choose you too.”
That night, they danced beside the lake.
Nico whispered:
“Do you remember what I said that night?”
Norah nodded.
“I wouldn't care.”
“Yes.”
“I was lying.”
“I know.”
“I cared immediately.”
She smiled.
“You just didn't know how to admit it.”
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He kissed her forehead.
“I know now.”
