POV: Reece
It's a beautiful morning. No clouds. The bright sunshine makes me squint.
The backyard decorations are white, pink and lavender and perfect for a wedding. Those colors are none that I would pick. However, I've seen them several times in pictures of my parents' wedding.
The wedding music plays.
The guests stand. I don't know any of them.
I take a deep breath and look down at my vintage white wedding dress. It creeps me out a little. This is my mom's wedding dress. Father insisted I wear it because Mom would have wanted me to do so.
Why does it creep me out? I don't want to live her life. Was she happy being married to a mafia man? I don't want to die during childbirth.
Father takes my arm and guides me down the aisle where Joseph awaits. Joseph is handsome in his black t
