Naomi's pov
Waking up that morning of my wedding day felt like a dream and I wasn't sure if I should wake up from it.
It was not the kind of dream where you wake up and forget.
It was the kind of dream you step into with open eyes, breathless, terrified, and completely in awe.
Beatrice stood behind me, smoothing my curls into waves as warm light streamed in through open windows.
"You are quite baby," she said quietly.
I'm afraid I'll cry if I talk.
She smiled, already tear-filled eyes. "Then cry if you need to. You've earned every tear."
Sure,
The beach – scenes from the wedding ceremony
The sun was setting, warming the sand in a gentle golden glow. The waves rolled in quietly, almost as if attempting not to breathe also.
I was standing behind a white curtain threaded through b
