Epilogue
I pace across the same bridal suite we used to get ready for Ruthie’s wedding. “What was I thinking, letting them film our wedding?”
“It will be fine,” Ruthie assures me as she fluffs the ribbons on my bouquet of daisies surrounding a single bright hibiscus.
“Don’t worry,” Jamie assures me. “I made T.J. promise not to pull any stunts.” She looks confident in the knowledge that he will abide by her request. I hope she’s right.
My nerves are jittery, not because I have any doubts that I’m marrying the right man, but because of the monumental meaning of this day and the vows I’m getting ready to make. It all feels overwhelming as my stomach roils and threatens to revolt.
“I wish Roxy was here.” It’s at least the thousandth time I have thought it, but the first time I have voiced
