People always say your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life.
Mine certainly looked that way from the outside.
The ballroom glowed under crystal chandeliers, every centerpiece matched the colors I had picked months earlier, and the dance floor was already full of people laughing, clapping, and celebrating.
I stood in the middle of it all, wearing the dress I had dreamed about since I was a little girl, holding my husband’s hand, and thinking nothing could possibly ruin the moment.
If someone had told me that before the night ended, I would question everything I believed about the man I had just married, I would have laughed in their face.
Just a few hours earlier, I had been getting ready with my maid of honor, Jenna, and my older sister, Claire.
“You’ve checked your makeup six times,” Claire teased, gently taking the compact from my hands.“I’m not nervous,” I insisted.
Jenna laughed. “Amanda, your hands are shaking.”
“They are not.”
“They absolutely are.”
I looked down and sighed.
They really were.