The cake cutting was a disaster.
Not the actual cake cutting—that went off perfectly, with Vanessa and Damien smiling for the cameras while she fed him a delicate bite of vanilla sponge and raspberry filling. The disaster was what happened after.
I was standing with the other bridesmaids, watching the photographer capture every moment of wedded bliss, when my phone slipped out of my clutch and clattered to the marble floor.
"I've got it," Tiffany said, bending down to retrieve it before I could react.
My heart stopped. The phone had landed face-up, the screen still glowing from a notification I'd received earlier. And there, in all his three-year-old glory, was Noah's face staring up at us from my lock screen.
"Oh my God, he's adorable!" Tiffany gushed, holding the phone up for a bett
