-Megan-
The ceremony was surprisingly pleasant, perhaps because only the priest spoke. Brooke and her new husband had shared a few words, but overall, it was a serene affair. Despite my own less-than-ideal memories of my wedding day, it didn't matter.
My attention kept drifting to Nathan, feeling incredibly fortunate to be married to him, even if I hadn't felt that way before. I felt his hand tighten around mine, and then he turned to me, his eyes filled with love. Leaning closer, he kissed me briefly before whispering in my ear, "I love you."
My heart raced, and I blushed uncontrollably. I loved him so much, it was overwhelming. How could my sister ever think I needed saving? I was perfectly content right here. In fact, I felt amazing.
After the ceremony, it was time to celebrate, ea
