#Chapter 398: Second Vows

Abby The afternoon sun streaming in through the tall windows of the chapel casts the stones in a warm golden light, giving everything a sort of ethereal energy. I stand in the hallway, my arm linked with Anton’s, as the wedding coordinator prepares everyone to walk down the aisle. “Are you ready, Abby?” Anton asks softly, leaning close. I nod nervously and bite the inside of my cheek. It’s just hard to believe that Karl and I are doing this again—another wedding, this time of our own volition rather than an arranged marriage. “I-I think so,” I manage. Anton smiles down at me. He looks so different now than when I first met him; clean shaven, eyes full of life, hair neatly combed to one side. “I must ask, Abby,” he asks, “what made you choose me to walk you down the aisle? Why not John, or Karl’s father?” For a moment, I just think to myself. I’ve been asking myself that same question since I first decided to ask Anton to walk me down the aisle, and truthfully, I do