Then the music starts, and I straighten my shoulders, my pulse picking up.
After what feels like an eternity of waiting, her bridesmaids begin walking down the aisle with their dusty pink dresses and bouquet. One by one, they glide past the rows of guests, and finally, Allie, her maid of honor, walks last.
At the top of the aisle, Justin appears, guiding Katy and my breath catches in my throat.
I’ve imagined this moment many times but none of it… none of it comes close to her.
Her dress…oh, her dress glides over the terrace stones, the lace tracing her curves, and sunlight catching subtle embroidery that shimmers with every sway. My heart lurches, threatening to leap from my chest.
But it’s not just the dress. It’s her. She’s ethereal. My wife. She’s beautiful in a way that stops time
