I stood in the large dining hall of our housr, adjusting the white flowers in the center of the long table. I had worked for hours to make everything perfect.
I didn't want room for any mistakes because I just wanted everything to be perfect the way I envisioned it. I wanted a family dinner. I wanted the people who had shaped my life to be the way it is now to sit together and eat, laugh, and breathe the same air.
"You’re over-thinking the forks again, Faith."
I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. I leaned back into Astor’s chest, closing my eyes for a second. He smelled like the forest after a rainstorm—clean, strong, and safe.
"I just want everything to be right, Astor," I
whispered, turning around in his arms. I smoothed the front of his soft black sweater. "Everyone
