Their wedding - two days later - was attended only by close family and friends. A nervous Terrence dressed suavely in a long black coat and white ruffled shirt, breathed a sigh of relief when his rose came floating down the aisle on her father's arm. He would have never admitted it, but he'd harbored a fear she might bolt. Hence, the quick wedding.
The only reason they'd waited two days was because Samantha insisted Breanna had to have a white wedding gown - he'd have married her in a burlap sack or even better, nothing. Good thing the seamstress was quick. His rose looked a vision in frothy white, a dainty princess with a core of steel whom he loved more than he'd ever thought possible. And I'll have to thank Sam, he thought mischievously, because I can't wait to peel her out of that dre
