Vivienne's POV
I had always believed that the wedding was not the point.
The marriage was the point. The daily actual work of choosing someone and being chosen back and building something real from the ordinary materials of two people's lives. The wedding was one day. The marriage was everything after it.
I still believed this.
And yet.
Standing in the venue we had chosen on a Tuesday afternoon watching the light come through the tall windows and fall across the floor in the specific way it fell at four o'clock when the sun had moved to that angle, I understood something I hadn't expected to understand.
The day mattered too.
Not more than the marriage. But it mattered in its own right. As the specific public declaration of something private. As the moment when everything that had be
