We need to talk to her

Leo drove down to Charlie's house after the wedding, the soft hum of the engine and the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees the only sounds breaking the silence. Charlie and Alice got down from the car, their footsteps echoing on the driveway as they walked towards the house. As Leo drove off to the garage, they both walked inside, the creak of the door and the soft murmur of the TV in the background filling the air.

Charlie took off his suit, the fabric rustling as he removed the jacket and placed it neatly on the chair edge, the creases and folds a testament to the careful precision of his movements. The soft glow of the lamp in the corner cast a warm light on the scene, illuminating the faint smile on Alice's face as she watched him.

"Did you mean what you said, are we really getting married, or you're just..." Alice asked, her voice trailing off as Charlie cut her off, his eyes locked on hers with a determined glint.

"I am for real, we are getting married the second time,"