CIARA’S POV (THREE MONTHS LATER)

The satin of my wedding dress felt like liquid moonlight against my skin. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, hardly recognizing the woman looking back at me. Five months ago, I was fighting for my life. Today, I was about to marry the love of my life.

The dress was everything I'd dreamed of and nothing I'd ever expected to wear. Ivory silk cascaded from a fitted bodice that hugged my curves like a second skin. Delicate lace sleeves wrapped ...