While I couldn’t wait to marry Logan, I was starting to doubt it could be pulled off in time.I’d convinced myself it would be easy to take Caleb and Hilary’s wedding package as offered and make its pieces our own. And aside from a few changes, it was coming together nicely. But my head was still slipping into a weird place I couldn’t quite understand. Something was missing.I needed a dress that felt right, and I wanted to change out Hilary’s flower arrangements to something more “me.” The easiest thing was swapping out locations, since getting married on their property didn’t hold sentimental value for us. I knew Logan would agree to say our vows on my grandparents’ land, and he readily did. After that, we called the band and caterers to fill them in and adjust the playlist and menu to better suit our tastes.Then there were the invitations to send out, and since there weren’t too many on my side, it seemed easy—that is, until Blythe revealed Logan’s family tree.
