Amelia's POV
I haven't been to many weddings before mine. I attended a few when I was very young, too young to understand the raw beauty of a person's wedding day. When I was three, my cousin got married. I remember driving in a hot car to the church, feeling slightly uncomfortable wedged in with all of my brothers.
When we finally arrived, I saw that the church was beautiful, clearly an older one, and it had beautiful gardens, something I thought was rather rare for its downtown location. I remember finding the inside just as beautiful, and the whispering voices of guests as we began to find our seats. And then the bride was walking down the aisle, her head high, a beautiful, happy smile on her face. And I saw my cousin, the groom, standing up in the front nervously, but as soon as he c
