my wedding.
For the first time that morning, my tears stopped.
“Catherine,” I asked quietly, “is the wedding coordinator ready?”
She smiled.
“Everything is arranged.”
I turned to Mother.
“Then there’s one more change I want to make.”
Twenty minutes before the ceremony, Vanessa approached the bridal hallway wearing a satisfied grin.
She expected to see me in tears.
Instead, I stood before a mirror wearing my stunning replacement gown.
My hair was beautifully arranged.
My makeup looked flawless.
Catherine stood next to me, securing a pearl necklace around my
