Lisa's POV
I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the woman staring back at me.
For a long moment, I barely recognized her.
The white dress hugged my figure gently before falling to the floor in soft folds. It wasn't the grand wedding gown little girls dream about, but it was beautiful in its own quiet way. The lace around the sleeves caught the morning light, and for the first time since everything changed, I allowed myself to smile.
I was getting married. Even now, saying those words inside my head felt strange.
When I was younger, I used to imagine what my wedding day would be like. I pictured a church filled with people I loved, flowers decorating every corner, music echoing through the room, and relatives filling the seats with laughter and happy tears.
I had imagined my f
