24 GRIFFINSunlight streams in through the stained-glass windows, pouring a rainbow of colors on us. Standing across from Layne in this church is a truly spiritual experience.
Her long dress touches the floor, and her hair hangs in loose waves over her bare shoulders. Her eyes are bright and clear. She’s unbelievably gorgeous. Gazing at her, sharing that secret smile . . . I may be the happiest man alive.
Well, no. Max is probably the happiest man alive considering he’s about to marry my compassionate, badass, completely self-sufficient sister. Speaking of gorgeous, my sister really pulled herself together. The hours she spent locked away in the dressing room with Layne certainly paid off. She looks like a mermaid princess or something. I don’t know how we can possibly be related.
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