Epilogue
Jenny stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom at the Lake House, taking a minute to herself before one of the biggest events of her life began.
Her dress was pure white. A beautiful, lace bodice fit smoothly over her curves and an off the shoulder cut made her shoulders look especially graceful. The lace turned to French tulle at the waist, which fell softly and elegantly to the floor. She did not wear a veil. She had decided that would be too much for the small ceremony they had planned, but her hair was swept up into a loose bun held in place with crystal encrusted hair combs and hair pins decorated with tiny crystal rosebuds.
Jenny touched the simple pearl necklace at her throat and smiled. Her mother had worn this necklace when she married her Dad, and he had proudly gi
