The wedding was supposed to be simple.
That was Olivia's word. Simple. She had repeated it so many times that Emma had started to believe her. But as Emma stood in the bridal suite, staring at her sister's reflection, she realized that nothing about this day was simple.
Olivia was wearing a white dress — lace and silk, fitted and flowing, the kind of dress that made everyone who saw it cry. Her hair was swept up in an elegant twist. Her veil was long and sheer and caught the light like morning mist.
"You look beautiful," Emma said.
Olivia's eyes filled with tears. "Don't make me cry. I just did my makeup."
"You look beautiful and your makeup is perfect."
Olivia laughed — a wet, shaky laugh. "I'm getting married."
"You're getting married."
"In two hours."
"In two hours."
Olivia to
