POV: Chloe
I had always imagined my wedding differently. I wasn't the girl who spent adolescence designing her own ceremony.
But I have always had it in my heart that I wanted something quiet, something honest.
A dress that felt like me, flowers that didn't cost more than a car, a man standing at the end of an aisle who was looking at me like I was the only thing in the room worth looking at.
What I had instead was an ivory gown that Ethan had selected in forty-eight hours, a venue that had been booked before I'd finished saying yes, and a veil so elaborate it required two people to arrange it and one person dedicated exclusively to managing it in breezes.
I stood in the antechamber looking at myself in the mirror and felt that something was deeply wrong.
Not with the dress, becaus
