The wedding was held at a property owned by Lila's family. White flowers hung from every arch. Crystal chandeliers sparkled in the trees. Harleys lined the gravel lot, polished and gleaming, their chrome catching the afternoon light.
I wore a deep green dress that matched my eyes. I felt beautiful for the first time in years.
Lila was radiant in her ivory gown, her dark hair swept up in an elegant twist.
"You look stunning," I said, adjusting her veil.
"I feel like I'm going to throw up," she admitted. "But in a good way."
"That's the champagne."
"It's definitely the champagne."
We laughed—the easy laughter of two women who'd known each other since we were girls running through the Iron Vipers' compound, pretending we were old ladies.
The ceremony began at noon. I took my seat in t
