The dress. The photos.
The cake. The terrible dancing.
Everything I thought I wanted.
But when I think about that day now, the first thing I remember isn’t Claire’s white dress.
It’s that oversized black suit coming toward me beneath the trees.
And the moment I realized the woman I was about to marry had found a way to honor someone she never had the chance to call family.
That was when I knew, even before we said the vows, that I’d chosen the right person.
