Jassy
Like most little girls, I daydreamed about what my perfect wedding would look like. I'd be dressed in white, it'd be in the little church mom dragged us to on Christmas, and all my family would be there. My bridesmaids would all be wearing light pink dresses, because I loved pink back then. The flowers would be everywhere, so thick and full in their bouquets that you'd think we were in an arboretum with how strongly the place smelled. The minister would perform our wedding, his voice perfect, his readings on point.
My man would be handsome, and tough, good with his hands, and a good kisser. Definitely a good kisser.
At least, I got the prediction on my beau right!
Together, Karl and I stood in our leathers on the balcony overlooking the barroom at Club Hellfire, the same landing
