A/N: Love sometimes gets a second chance, maybe even a third but eventually you'll run out of chances...
Last Chance
She held it out.
It was written in gold.
So much for the theory of her having no sense of humour.
Embossed in some new material; soft as silk but stiff as her stance.
His name was on it too, though he wasn't there. He didn't have the nerve to face me in person.
Still, she held it out.
Would she wait there forever if I didn t move to take it?
Is she giving me time to take it in?
Is this my last chance?
I looked at the card in her hand.
It still read Wedding Invitation...
A/N: I wrote this with the concept of Holly handing Artemis a wedding invitation but after giving it some thought it could also be Holly handing Minerva a wedding invitation...