Rachel’s POV

If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be standing in front of a three-way mirror wearing a wedding dress while my sister cried into a lace-trimmed handkerchief, I would have laughed Or walked away.

Knowing the type of person I am, I will Probably do both. After everything that happened with Alex, my mum, Naomi, I already made up my mind not to be with man talkess of falling in love.

But here I was, not only standing still, but letting myself be adored, Watched, ...