The room shimmered with sunlight, lace and satin catching the glow as if the day itself wanted to bless us. My Nonna’s hands moved with quiet certainty as she adjusted the veil, her touch steady, her presence grounding. Mom hovered nearby, fussing with the hem, while Sarah lounged on the bed, her grin mischievous, her laughter light.
But my focus was on Koda. He stood in front of me, bow tie crooked, cheeks flushed from excitement. Jace had already straightened his jacket, but at three years old, Koda was more interested in tugging at the buttons than looking polished.
I crouched down, gathering him close. His little fingers curled into mine, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“Hey, buddy,” I whispered, brushing his hair back. “You’ve got a very important job today.”
He tilted his head. “Jo
