My wedding day was everything I had ever dreamed of.
I know people say that all the time, usually while smiling through disasters they are trying to make sound charming later. The flowers arrived late, the cake leaned, somebody’s uncle got too drunk before dinner, and still the bride says, “It was perfect.”
But mine really did feel perfect.
At least at first.
The venue looked beautiful. Hayden and I had chosen a restored garden hall just outside the city, the kind with tall windows, pale stone walls, and ivy climbing one side like something out of a storybook.
White chairs lined the lawn for the ceremony. Soft cream roses framed the arch. Tiny glass lanterns hung from the trees, waiting for evening.