*Luna*
I stood nervously, clutching a bouquet of pink peonies. Their scent wafted through nearly the entire hall. The whole church seemed filled with my favorite fragrances today, but I looked forward to the one that wakes me up every morning and lulls me to sleep every night—my fiancé. I glanced down and lifted my hand slightly to admire the ring, which had finally settled on my finger after such a long wait. A week ago, we celebrated Brody's grand thirtieth birthday, and I was surprised to find that his day had turned into ours as soon as he got down on one knee during a speech and asked me to marry him again; this time, he presented a velvet black box containing a diamond. I said yes before he had a chance to finish. I thought that was the end of surprises, but I was mistaken. My belov
