Olivia
I couldn’t help but laugh as I stumbled back into the banquet hall, my friends close behind, all of us out of breath from our impromptu snowball fight.
The snowflakes clung to our clothes, and my cheeks felt rosy from the cold. Even though my dress got a little damp from the snow, I was no worse for wear. It seemed as though the night really had taken a magical turn, and I couldn’t have asked for a better wedding.
As we entered the banquet hall, the sight that greeted us was a bit unexpected. Many of the guests had already departed, leaving behind a few stragglers who were still enjoying the remnants of the celebration.
I didn’t blame them, though; it was late, after all. Layla’s son and our twins were nestled peacefully in their strollers, fast asleep. I turned to Nathan, off
