Five years late….
As I stood in my transformed elegantly decorated bedroom, the soft lace of my gown cascading down to brush the tips of my bare toes, I couldn't help but feel a blend of excitement and a tiny whisper of nerves.
“Come on Lilly, this isn't your first wedding”, I said to myself.
The sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow that filled the space with a golden light, making the silver of my phone gleam as I picked it up. It was almost time, yet there was one thing I needed to do before stepping out under the archway where Antonio would be waiting.
“Mommy, is it time yet?” Aria’s voice, tinged with anticipation, pulled me from my thoughts. My little girl was almost five, even though I hate to say it she is the spitting image of her father.
“Almost, sweetheart,”
