Rhyder's POV.
There she was: the woman of my dreams. And she was about to become my wife.
My heart raced at an uncontrolable rate as I watched her walking down the isle. My entire body trembled.
Grace truly was perfect in every way. She was the perfect balance of strength and kindness, beauty and grace, charm and intelligence, insight and hope.
And of course, it didn't hurt at all that she was absolutely gorgeous: from the unruly twist of her curls to the silkyness of her skin to the sparkle in her big eyes, and especially the way that her smile lit up the entire world around her.
Our eyes locked as she neared and I had to catch my breath. I felt so sompletely overwhelmed by the moment. Like the world was spinning and I was about to fall off.
Then, Grace finally reached me. Tate hand
