Cassie:
The room was filled with soft chatter and the rustling of silk. Rebecca was checking the hem of my dress again, even though it already sat perfectly. Sydney stood behind me, smoothing down my veil. My mom kept glancing between my bouquet and the table, counting petals and getting upset over little details that didn’t matter.
She looked at me again, and her eyes softened.
“I can’t believe my baby girl is getting married,” she said, almost to herself. “If your father were here… he would’ve been so proud to walk you down that aisle.”
Her voice caught at the end. I looked at her, and for a second I didn’t know what to say.
Rebecca leaned in with a smile. “You look stunning, Cass. Seriously. I might cry before your mom does.”
Sydney stepped forward and gave me a small nod. “We’re
