~Joanna
The organ swelled, filling the church with a melody so beautiful it made my skin tingle. All heads turned toward the entrance, where Sandra, radiant in her gown, stood arm-in-arm with her father.
“Here we go,” Pamela whispered beside me, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.
Sandra’s father gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before they began their slow walk down the aisle. The congregation rose, their murmurs fading into an awed hush.
I glanced at Leonard, standing at the altar with his groomsmen. His face lit up the moment he saw Sandra, his love and admiration written all over it. My heart swelled for them—this was their moment, their forever.
Beside Leonard, Adrian stood tall and elegant, his sharp suit fitting him like a second skin. His hands were clasped in
