Becca.

It had happened. I’d done it. I was Mrs. James Valentino! My heart pounded so hard in my chest, I could hardly believe it.

Everything had happened in a blur. One minute, I’d been getting ready, along with the help of my stepmom and Sophia, as well as the stylists I’d hired. The next minute, I’d been standing next to James at the altar. I’d been so focused on him, I’d hardly heard a word of the ceremony, which was short and to the ...