Florence’s hands couldn’t stop shaking while she waited to get out of the car. Her father’s car was parked at Noah’s mansion garage, from where she’d start her bridal walk toward the improvised little altar they had settled for the ceremony to take place.

She hadn’t seen how everything turned out, but she trusted that the people they hired would do a great job at fulfilling her dreams and ideas. A small number of family members and close friends were invited, and of course, ...