The bridal suite smelled like hairspray and roses. Champagne bottles on ice. Makeup scattered across every surface. Chloe sat in a white robe. Hair in curlers. Face half done.
"I can't believe this is happening," she said. Voice shaking. "I'm getting married. Today. In three hours."
Leighton squeezed her hand. "You're getting married to the love of your life. It's perfect."
"What if I trip walking down the aisle? What if I forget my vows? What if..."
"You won't. You'll be beautiful. Perfect. Exactly what Marcus needs to see."
Sally, one of the bridesmaid, appeared with mimosas. "Drink this. Calm your nerves."
Chloe took the glass. Sipped. Her hands trembled. Orange juice sloshed over the rim.
The makeup artist returned. "Ready for the rest?"
"I think so."
Leighton watched her best
