Instead, I spent the week worrying about my dress.Discover Dresses
Max had trained me well.
I refused dress after dress because I could still hear his old comments about my size and arms.
In the end, I chose the one I had preferred before even imagining what he would think of it.
Edward came to
pick me up on Saturday.
There was a large cardboard box in the back of his car.
“What is this?”
“Donation stuff.”
I did not ask the question again.
The wedding was magnificent.Book Venues
Flowers everywhere.
White tablecloths.
Champagne.
More chandeliers than necessary in any room.
Our daughters were delighted.
Then Max saw us.
His gaze shifted from me to Edward, then back to me.
For a delightful second, he remained silent.
Claire stood beside him, dressed in a fitted white dress.
