Chapter Twelve
“Are you ready?”
Annalina and my mother blindfolded me the morning of my wedding, insisting our destination needed to remain a complete surprise. I happily played along.
At my nod, my daughter removed the blindfold and an automatic gasp escaped as tears filled my eyes.
Because we stood in the same orchard my mother and father had married in. Glancing around, I caught a glimpse of the reception area all set up to go, and the location of where we’ll say our vows covered by an arch.
“It’s amazing.” I grabbed my daughter and pulled her in for a hug. “I had no idea what you were planning!”
Annalina rolled her eyes. “Duh, mom, that was the point.”
I released my daughter with a laugh and although I wanted to hug my mother, she turned to face the house, waving her hand in the
