Ryder
I stood beneath the arbor with Mason on one side and Caleb on the other, Micah positioned proudly between us in his small suit, and felt something I rarely allowed myself to feel this openly. Nervous. Genuinely, completely nervous, my carefully folded vow pages tucked into my jacket pocket, my palms damp despite the cool spring morning.
"You look like you're about to face down an armed intruder," Mason murmured beside me, apparently noticing my tension.
"Feels about the same level of terrifying," I admitted.
"You'll be fine," Caleb said, though something in his own posture suggested he wasn't entirely immune to similar nerves himself. "We've all had months to prepare for this."
The small gathering of witnesses had already assembled, the trusted household staff who'd been with us
