*** 3 MONTHS LATER***
Lila’s P.O.V.
The backyard of the Miller family home had never looked more beautiful. Soft lights hung from the old oak trees, and wildflowers lined every pathway, weaving bursts of color through the cool, evening air. It was all perfectly imperfect, down to the handpicked flowers and mismatched chairs, exactly the kind of setting that felt like Skye and me.
I adjusted my dress, a simple lace gown that flowed easily around me. As I stood just beyond the little garden path that led to Skye, I felt a calm settle over me—a peace so deep it surprised me. This time, there was no last-minute panic, not one ounce of doubt tugging at the back of my mind. I was exactly where I was meant to be, with the person who made everything feel right.
Gran bustled over to my side, a
