Noah POV

Paige looks beautiful. I'll give her that.

She walks down the aisle on a path strewn with white petals, her dress trailing behind her, her veil catching the light, and every face in the room turns toward her with the automatic admiration that a bride in a well-fitted dress tends to produce. I hear the murmurs moving through the seated rows—beautiful, so lovely, how happy she looks—and she is, objectively, all of those things. Her smile is radiant. Her eyes are ...