The day of the wedding
Chloe studied her reflection, the simple white dress with thin straps and open back, the crown of wildflowers resting in her loose hair with just two side braids meeting behind her head, white satin ribbons trailing down her back. Her bare feet pressed against the cool wooden floor.
When Liam entered, he stopped in the doorway, holding his breath. He approached her slowly, reverence at every step.
"I'm the luckiest man alive," he whispered, fingers brushing her cheek. She closed her eyes as his lips met hers. "Ready?"
She placed her hand in his outstretched palm, smiling.
Outside, the gathering took her breath away. "Liam? Where did all these people come from?"
"Word travels fast in the bayou," he murmured.
The massive bonfire cast dancing shadows across the a
