Kylie’s Pov
I blew out a sigh of relief when I finally managed to shut the front door behind the two Connolly women. If I never laid eyes on another floral arrangement or tasted another bite of the countless tester cakes, it would be too soon. Aileen seemed hell-bent on cramming six months’ worth of wedding planning into a single day, and she did a damn good job of it. I swear, my head was still spinning from the onslaught of colors and flavors and the mounting pressure to pretend I was excited about every detail.
And just when I thought I was free, she promised to swing by next week for dress shopping.
As a kid, I hadn’t spent significant time dreaming about what my wedding would look like. Sure, I’d doodled some fairytale scenes in my notebooks, but reality had never quite fit into th
