Mr. Xavier, who I had a first name for now but would never use, was giving me away. Brightly was my flower girl and Megan my maid of honor.

I was nervous and so far beyond eager, it was embarrassing.

Mr. Xavier stepped into the room with me and Megan after knocking. I was ready, my white dress flowing around me. I was beautiful in his eyes and I could see the pride in the look he gave me.

“I'll see you downstairs,” Megan said and carefully kissed my made-up ...