As Phin walked down the aisle at Violet and Ash’s wedding, wearing a tuxedo and hearing the violin and cello play behind him, he couldn’t help but wonder what his own wedding would be like.
He’d never in his life thought about such a thing, because he’d always assumed it wasn’t something that would happen. Yet as he turned to face the guests, he sought out Emily in the crowd.
She was easy to spot—in the second row in the bride’s section—and she smiled at him as their gazes caught. She wore a blue dress, her hair in a simple top-knot. Phin’s heart pounded seeing her like this. It was almost unbearable that he couldn’t go to her right then, that he couldn’t sweep her up in his arms and kiss her and tell her how beautiful she was.
He could do that soon, he told himself. He forced his atten
