Thank God for waterproof mascara.
From her position at the end of the line of bridesmaids, Laurel couldn’t see Athena past all the standing guests. But the look on her brother’s face as he caught the first glimpse of his bride had tears welling. He was rapt, eyes shining with more than simply joy. His throat worked, and the edges of his smile looked a little strained as he struggled to control his emotions. She hoped the photographer captured this moment so that Athena could remember it for the rest of their forever.
What would it be like to have someone look at her like that? Like she was the sun, moon, and stars. It would be easy to get drunk on that kind of adoration.
Athena reached the front of the aisle, radiant, as all brides ought to be. She wore no veil, and her long, golden bro
