Shay:
It’s my wedding day, and I’m actually calm—almost suspiciously so. The early morning sun creates a halo of soft light around the space where I’m sitting at my makeshift vanity. The mirror reflects someone who looks like me but somehow different, more radiant. Maybe it’s the subtle glow that comes from a heart finally healing, or the excitement dancing in my eyes at the thought of marrying Saint.
Kat’s voice carries from the hallway. “Shay, you decent? Because I’m coming in with your wild child!”
I laugh softly, setting down my mascara wand. “Of course, come in. You know there’s no such thing as privacy on a wedding day.”
The door swings open, revealing Kat in a flurry of excitement. She’s juggling a squirming Phoenix on one hip, the baby’s bright eyes taking in every detail of th
