She chose white roses and eucalyptus for the flowers.
We argued for three days over chocolate cake versus lemon.
She won.
She spent weeks debating whether she wanted her hair up or down.
The only thing she was strangely private about was her dress.
I never saw it.
She told me she wanted the first time I saw her in it to be when she walked down the aisle.
That seemed normal.
Her mother went shopping with her.
One of her bridesmaids went to a fitting.
Garment bags appeared and disappeared around our apartment, and I was repeatedly warned not to look inside them.
So I had absolutely no reason to think anything unusual was going on.
The morning of the wedding, I woke up before my alarm.
My brother, Aaron, was my best man.
He and two of my closest friends got ready with me in one of the rooms at the venue.
