The candle-lit hallway just outside of the reception hall is oddly comforting at a moment like this. Inside buzzes the chatter of dozens of guests. Inside promises hours upon hours of what is required to be one of the most memorable evenings of our lives. But inside also lies a whole lot of pressure.
But outside, with Jessa nestled deeply into my arms, is comfort. Serenity. She plays with the thick platinum band on my knuckle, the very ring she slid onto my finger not an hour ago, witnessed by all of our friends and family.
I pull her hand to my lips, brushing them against the jeweled engagement ring and a thinner, daintier band of her own. It’s a stolen moment, one that will surely end as soon as the wedding party finds us. With the ceremony done and pictures taken, it’s all I can do no
