Beverly's POV

Wedding planning was supposed to be fun and romantic. Something we did together with joy and excitement.

Instead, it felt like drowning in a sea of decisions. Venue. Guest list. Flowers. Dress. Catering. Music. Invitations. The list was endless.

Every single choice led to ten more choices. I sat at the kitchen table surrounded by bridal magazines feeling overwhelmed.

Emma tugged on my sleeve. "Mommy can I be the flower girl?"

"Of course baby," I said while pulling her onto my ...