{GIANNA}
I take a deep breath and thank the driver as I ease my swollen body out of the cab, one protective hand cradling my belly. The twins shift restlessly inside me, as if sensing the gravity of this moment, this choice. My eyes flick to the invitation in my hand, making sure I'm at the right place.
The address is correct, but I hesitate, glancing around.
The venue before me is breathtaking. It's an enormous, stunning garden but it's also eerily quiet.
I'm not second-guessing myself. I love Michael, and I'm ready to marry him again, even properly this time. But this quiet… it makes me nervous.
A woman walks up to me with a warm smile. "Mrs. Hart? We're waiting for you inside."
My stomach clenches and a bitter bile forms in my throat. I struggled to force it down even as a question tore at the pit of my stomach.
