Six years later
“Alexandra,” Logan shouts down the hallway. “We’re going to be late, and Megan is wrestling this dress like it’s a demon.”
“I’m coming,” Alexandra shouts back, grinding her teeth. Honestly, she loves both of them to the end of the earth, but sometimes she wants to strangle them. Especially today. Being the Luna and practically the mother of the bride, turned out to be way more of a challenge than she anticipated.
Hastily she makes her way down to Megan’s room. The almost four-year-old is fighting her father, refusing the fairy-style dress that she must wear as a flower girl.
“Please, Megan,” Logan begs. “Please put on this pretty dress. We’re going to be late and it’s going to make Sierra cry.”
“I don’t like dresses,” Megan crawls under the bed, only wearing her underw
