*Saoirse*

The sun was shining, and the birds were chirping, yet the butterflies in my stomach still wouldn’t go away.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Rhys said softly, tightening his arms around me and pressing his lips softly to my neck from behind. “I can’t wait to marry you today.”

That was right. It was our wedding day.

“Mm,” was all I could manage to utter back. I was too afraid to open my mouth.

“Are you nervous?” Rhys asked, ...