THREE MONTHS LATER
DAMIAN
"Oh, come on!" I muttered to myself as, for what felt like the umpteenth time, my fingers slipped on my silk tie.
I had tied knots, dozens, even hundreds of times before. But this time, I couldn't even manage to tie a decent one.
I knew what the problem was, though. Apart from the fact that my hands were sweaty, I was anxious and nervous. Seeing as I had gotten wedded once before, one would have thought that I was used to the whole process by now. This time was the first time, in a way, the first phase of my new beginning with Amelia.
"My wife," I said aloud, pausing to stare at my reflection in the mirror. A smile lifted the corners of my mouth.
The word 'wife' did have a nice ring to it. Amelia was still technically my wife, but today, she became mine for
