Lisa's POV
The wedding was over. It still felt strange saying those words in my mind.
Just a few hours ago, I had stood before an officiant and promised my life to a man I barely knew. The ceremony had been simple, quiet, and nothing like the weddings I had imagined as a little girl. Yet somehow, everything about it had felt real.
I sat on the edge of my bed absentminded, tracing the wedding band resting on my finger. It caught the afternoon light every time I moved my hand. I was Mrs. Manson now.
Even thinking about it made me pause.
My thoughts drifted back to the ceremony, specifically the woman.
I could still picture her standing at the entrance of the hall as if she had walked into the exact place she had intended to be. She didn't look confused and she didn't apologized like so
