“You remember that conversation you and I had in here shortly before you were supposed to marry that dumbass, Brian?” A.J. fiddled with the knot of his navy tie beneath his suit jacket. “Let me.” Ella gently pushed his hand away and undid the mess he’d made with the knot. “And yeah, I do,” she softly admitted, trying to fight the stubborn tears attempting to break free. “I realized Jesse was the one that day,” he said after clearing his throat and stepping back once she’d fixed his tie. He ran his palm over the silk and smoothed the material flat against his white shirt. “Broken or not,
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