Lycia

“It’s time.” Keisha pulled me away from Logan as everyone laughed, so I could change clothes to leave on our honeymoon. Upstairs, I dressed in a tea-length white satin dress, off the shoulder, that crossed in the front and flared out slightly from the hips. It was comfortable but still looked dressy.

“Don’t worry about a thing,” Keisha said, following me down the stairs with my suitcase. “I packed your suitcase and included everything you’ll ...