Leah’s POV

The morning sun was sharp and cheerful, spilling gold through the Darlington living room windows. I was halfway through my coffee when Cassie barged in like a firecracker in denim wear.

"Oh my God, Leah!" she squealed, her curls bouncing. "Today’s the day we find you your perfect dress, I barely slept last night. We’re going to cry, scream, throw glitter—whatever it takes to get your dream wedding gown.”

I laughed, setting my mug down. "Cassie, ...