Blooming roses adorned the garden and the arbor, where Jonas waited for her. Jonas. Her soul filled from simply gazing upon him. In his black tux, he looked like her own personal hero come to life. Which was exactly the truth. “Oh, you look beautiful, baby.” Her mother tapped into the room, lovely as always. “Where are the girls?” “They ran off to get me the borrowed and blue stuff.” Danielle stepped away from the window, but kept it in sight. There was her husband, chatting with their pastor, who had squeezed them into the schedule despite the busy wedding season—and the completely booked church. It hadn’t been easy planning a last-minute wedding, but it had been a labor of love. “This might not be your first wedding, but it’s a real one nonetheless. We can’t go bucking tradition.” Dorrie tapped over to brush at her hair and straighten the veil. “There. You look nervous.
