Kelly
The morning of my wedding begins exactly the way my life usually does.
In chaos.
Not gentle, romantic chaos either—the kind you see in movies where everything magically comes together in the end.
Nope.This is real-life chaos.
My hair refuses to cooperate.The curls the stylist insisted would look “effortless and vintage” have somehow turned into something between a frizz cloud and a thunderstorm.
The flowers delivered to the cabin are the wrong shade of white—apparently there are about twelve different varieties of white roses and somehow I ordered the wrong one.
The caterers call to say they’re stuck behind a logging truck halfway up the mountain road.
And worst of all—I cannot find one of my shoes.
“My shoe!”I gasp, hopping awkwardly across the bedroom floor of the little cabin where I’ve been getting ready.“Oh my God, I just had it!”
Trying to bend over in this dress is impossible.
The gown is ivory silk cut in a soft 1920s silhouette that skims over my curves and falls straight down to the floor in rippling layers.
Tiny pearl buttons trail down the back, and delicate lace panels frame the neckline and sleeves.
The sleeves themselves are sheer and floaty, brushing my wrists like whispers.
It’s simple.
Elegant.
Perfect for a spring morning wedding on a mountain.
And somehow it makes me feel both beautiful and completely terrified.
Right now, it mostly makes me feel stuck.
“I swear I’m losing my mind,” I mutter, lifting the hem just enough to peer under the bed.
Nothing.
“Don’t worry, Mom!I got it!”
Evan bursts into the room like a small tornado.
He’s dressed in linen pants and a pale blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, suspenders hanging loosely from his shoulders.His hair is neatly combed for once, and his sneakers have even been wiped clean.
For a moment, I just stare at him.
My baby.
Who suddenly looks so grown up.
He drops to his knees, reaches under the bed, and triumphantly pulls out my missing shoe.
“Here!”
He holds it up like a prize.
