Liam
Where was Evelyn?
It had been an hour since she was supposed to arrive.
I stood at the edge of the makeshift altar she’d insisted I set up on the island, my eyes scanning the area.
Every part of today had been her idea. From the moment I called Elder James and set the wedding date, she had been on her toes buzzing with plans.
The first thing she decided was to choose the kind of ceremony she wanted: an outdoor wedding on the island, with lavish flower arrangements ferried across the water at ridiculous costs, gold-plated cutlery that probably weighed more than the plates, and a VIP-only guest list. I made it happen.
But that was not all.
In the last few days alone, she had dresses flown in from three different designers, rehearsal dinners that dragged on till dawn, and screamin
