“We did this all wrong, sugar.” Gasping, her hand moves over her eyes, like she’s too overwhelmed to even look. She pulls in a breath first and blows it out slowly, moving her hands away from blue, tear-filled eyes. “I don’t know why I’m so overwhelmed; we’re already married,” she says with a watery laugh. “That was for show. This one’s for us,” I tell her as I take her hand, sliding the ring above the one that already occupies it. “Ace . . .” she breathes out, and I swipe away the tear tracking down her cheek. “This is beautiful.”
