Rose’s POV
After the wedding Dean and I are ushered away while the guests move from the church to the reception area out in the field behind the building. We got into a car to be driven to a separate location where our pictures will be taken.
“You really look lovely, Mrs. Thomas. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you once the doors opened.” Dean says in the back seat of the car. He’s holding my hand. My husband, I’m holding my husband’s hand. I never thought this would happen.
“You looked pretty dashing too, Mr. Thomas.” I say. The car stops and we get out. We were taken to a near by farm where we can take some pictures by a barn. I know it’s cliché, but I don’t care. I like it. The photographer guides us through the photo shoot, but right in the middle of it my stomach growls and
