The backyard of the clubhouse shimmered in the late afternoon sun, rows of chairs lined neatly across the lawn. The air carried a mix of leather, cologne, and anticipation.
At the end of the aisle, Wolf stood waiting, looking sharp in black pants, crisp button-down, and his cut draped proudly over his shoulders. Beside him, Jace stood tall, his tie crooked but his pride steady. Koda clutched the satin pillow with the rings, his little chest puffed out like he was carrying the weight of the world.
When his eyes found me, his grin broke wide.
“Mama looks like a princess!” he blurted, loud enough for everyone to hear.
The crowd chuckled, warmth rippling through the air, but my heart clenched at the truth in his words. For him, for Jace, for Wolf — I wanted to be more than a princess. I wa
