"You look gorgeous."
The last two days had been a whirlwind. Garrett and Hannah had pulled family and friends together, telling them that they were planning on going to Vegas to get married. The two of them had known that was exactly what they wanted to do, but their mothers wouldn't allow that. Neither would Shell and Stacey. They had begged for forty-eight hours, promising the bride and groom they could pull a wedding together.
Miracle of all miracles, they had. The group of them now sat in the sand that bordered Garrett's property. She could see them from her vantage point at the upstairs bedroom window. There, in that small group on the sand, were the most important people in her life. "I feel gorgeous," she admitted, running her hands down the white dress she wore.
Hannah wasn't su
