Liam
She was wearing silver.
Walking down the aisle, holding the bouquet I’d meticulously arranged for her.
I had imagined this moment many times across the weeks of planning and none of what I imagined came close to what I was seeing now.
Was it the dress or the hair or the makeup which added nothing to her natural beauty or the way her eyes lit as we locked eyes?
She was ethereal.
My Lyra was.
Xavier, in matching dark suit as mine, walked ahead of her, the ring pillow in his hand and his face set with a concentration so serious it made everyone laugh.
I chuckled too.
That was my son leading his mommy to Daddy.
I teared up.
Watching her. Watching him.
Till this moment, standing here I kept telling myself I didn’t deserve this. Not after everything I did. Aries growled di
