Ava's POV

The morning of the day of our wedding, I woke to sunlight spilling through gauzy curtains and the sound of birds outside the window. For a second, I just lay there, suspended in between dreaming and waking. Then I felt the flutter of nerves, the press of something beautiful and terrifying all at once.

Today was the day.

I sat up slowly, my heart already racing, and stared at the white garment bag hanging near the closet. It swayed slightly, catching the light, the lacy hem ...