After standing for so long, watching Tessa say her vows, I know this to be true. She may have been a nightmare for the past few days, but so far, her day has gone off without a hitch. It’s absolutely perfect. From the figure-hugging white dress that flares into a full skirt at her hips to the powder blue of her bridesmaids’ dresses and the matching bouquets of flowers everywhere. I can’t begin to imagine the work—or the cost—that’s gone into this day. I’ve been to more weddings than I care to count, but none of them hit me the way Tessa’s has. Perhaps it was the raw honesty in her voice when she promised to give Michael the rest of her life. Perhaps it was the way they looked at each other, so in love, and sealed it all with a kiss. Or perhaps it was the way Aaron held my hand tightly throughout the ceremony or the way my emotions were running rampant in my body, still raw from our conversation about this very topic a few days ago. “Dayton!” Tessa shouts my name and waves me over.
