Wedding mornings? Straight-up bizarre.Do you ever have those mornings where your body’s waving red flags before your brain even gets the memo? Yeah, that’s one of those.
Over at the Smiths’, the sun’s crashing through those oversized windows, acting like it owns the place—lighting up every inch of marble until it’s practically an assault on the senses. Not ideal if your head’s still throbbing from last night’s bad decisions. The air was thick with that “nobody breathe too loudly or you’ll set off the chaos” vibe.
Selene? She jolted awake to the sound of someone wrestling with the curtains and those muffled voices that only show up on days that will, for better or worse, end up on someone’s highlight reel. Her heart was doing somersaults—seriously, butterflies on Red Bull. This wasn’t o
