Naomi’s POV

There’s something magical about seeing people you love find happiness. The kind that makes your chest feel too small to hold your heart. That’s how I felt watching Leah walk down the stairs in her wedding gown, even though it was just for fittings. The soft silk hugged her like a second skin, the veil floating behind her like a whisper.

Now imagine it was her wedding itself. I'd have cried a whole lot.

Cassie and Rachel clapped like proud aunties. Miranda wiped ...