♥ Megan ♥
I arrived a little early and parked across from the small office building, my fingers tight on the steering wheel. The neat sign next to the glass door read Weddings by Lisa. My stomach twisted. This was real. I was engaged, and this was the first proper step toward an actual wedding. Amy waved from the steps. She wore a soft dress and a long cardigan, her hair pulled back, one hand resting near the small curve of her stomach. Just seeing her there steadied me.
“You are early,” I said as I joined her.
“I couldn’t sit at home,” she said. “I am living through your wedding plans. Also, I wanted to make sure you didn’t run away,”
“I thought about it,” I admitted. “This feels big. Bigger than cake tastings,” Amy smiled and glanced at my left hand. The ring caught the light.
“You
