I’m going to be a bride. My parents delivered that news when I was eighteen years old and I felt sick, literally sick. My stomach churned for weeks on end as I counted down the days until I married the middle-aged Lehi Cluff. I had nightmares about the possible solitude and unhappiness I would experience amongst his sister wives, inside his home and his world. And every single one of those nightmares came true. But this time? This time everything was up to me. I would choose my dress, the date, the location, everything. And at the end of the ceremony, instead of feeling like a prisoner surrendering herself to the enemy, I would feel like the luckiest person on the planet. I’d chosen Porter; I’d made my choice instead of having one made for me. And that was true freedom. When Tiffany told me about her interaction with Porter at the bank, I expected to panic like I had in the boutique. But it didn’t happen.
