Three months later, Ethan and I held our grand wedding.
No toxic family members crashing the day, no ridiculous drama spoiling the mood.
The lawn stretched out bright, vivid green, and the white rose arch glistened with dew. The sun hung just right in the sky.
I wore my custom-made wedding gown, its long train trailing behind me as I looped my arm through Ethan's and stepped down the petal-strewn aisle.
When it came time for our vows, Ethan laced his fingers through mine and stared straight into my eyes.
"Hazel, with me, you never have to be 'perfectly reasonable'," he said. "You never have to bite your tongue and compromise. You never have to prove you're worthy of love. Because you're already you, and I love you. That's it, that's all."
Tears burned at the back of my eyes before I
