#Chapter 300: A Second Chance

Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In less than a few hours, I would be walking down the aisle, marrying Noah—again. I closed my eyes, taking in the quiet of the room, the anticipation humming under my skin. This time, everything was different. The stillness didn’t last long, however. Not even thirty minutes after I had gotten up, Viona, Amber, and Emma showed up, bursting into the room like a trio of tornadoes. Each of them was carrying something—a bag, a bouquet, a tray with coffee and pastries—and before I could say a word, they had swept me into their morning chaos. “Alright,” Amber said, not even bothering to address the fact that I hadn’t seen her in months and here she was, “let’s get you rea