This was insane!
Alanna swore she had never gotten ready so quickly in her life, even faster than for midnight emergency missions. As she grabbed her backpack and motorcycle keys to rush out, she paused, feeling compelled to stop.
She looked down at her T-shirt and skirt, typical college girl attire. For some reason, the thought of showing up in this to marry a man who was always impeccably dressed felt out of place.
Just consider it a personal ritual, she told herself. After all, she had never been given any rites of passage growing up, except by her mentor Megan. Megan had gifted her an expensive dress on her eighteenth birthday as a coming-of-age present.
The ivory dress was adorned with delicate, smooth pearls. It was perfectly tailored, making Alanna look charming and elegant. But
