Epilogue
Naomi handed Rose a tissue as Janelle walked toward them. The bride was stunning in the A-line dress with floral lace over a peach underlayer. The short train glided over the bright red cloth aisle that covered the forest floor. The straight neckline flowed into off-the-shoulder sleeves. Her hair was swept up in a mass of curls and flowers that had taken the stylist much less time than Naomi had expected.
Naomi peeked over at Aaron. The dazed look of amazement on his face made her smile. She caught Grandma Yuki’s gaze and they both nodded in approval.
Rose sniffled beside her. At thirteen weeks pregnant, she was maybe a bit more emotional than Naomi. But by the time her best friend was saying her vows, Naomi was in need of the tissues as well.
She glanced out at Jason, sitting
