The garden at Gina’s family home was transformed into a sun-drenched bridal haven. Delicate floral arrangements hung from ivory pergolas, and vintage tables overflowed with pastel pastries, tea sandwiches, and trays of Sabrina’s own signature lemon bars. String lights crisscrossed overhead even though it was daytime—just a hint of magic for when dusk would settle in.
Sabrina walked in, her hands flying to her mouth at the sight of everyone shouting, “Surprise!”
She turned to Gina, eyes wide. “You said it was a tasting meeting with the florist!”
Gina winked. “Technically, there are flowers. Just also cake, presents, and mimosas.”
Laughter bubbled through the garden as friends, family, and a few of Sabrina’s classmates gathered around her. Even Alicia Donovan stood near the refreshments,
