Alex’s POV
“Comeon, Lexi! We’re going to be late!”
“Late?” I repeat, reaching out to muss my goddaughter’s hair affectionately. “We’d better hurry, then. I can’t be late to my own wedding!”
Fiona shoots me an amused grin as she takes her daughter by the hand and guides her outside the house. I turn towards Brooke, heaving a deep, slow breath.
“You look beautiful,” Brooke tells me. She herself, of course, looks incredible. The bridesmaids were told to wear whatever they wanted—Piper and I aren’t exactly traditional—and she went with a sapphire blue, chiffon dress with a plunging neckline and silver beading.
“Thanks,” I tell her with a shy smile, glancing down self-consciously at my taupe-colored wedding dress. I’ve never been one for the spotlight; I’m not so sure today is going to
