Celeste
Saturday morning arrived far too quickly.
From the moment I opened my eyes, my stomach had been doing somersaults.
Today was the day.
I was getting married.
To Jamie.
The man I loved.
The man who had somehow walked into my life when I had nothing left to give and shown me what it felt like to be wanted, protected and loved.
You’d think knowing that would make me calm.
It didn’t.
Not even remotely.
Jamie had spent the entire morning doing everything he could to settle my nerves.
He’d kissed my forehead.
He’d held my hand.
He’d reminded me that everything was going to be okay.
He’d even made jokes.
None of it worked.
My nerves had apparently decided they were staying for the wedding.
We eventually made our way downstairs for breakfast, and the moment I stepped into
