The ceremony was being held in the garden. Her parents had transformed the backyard into something out of a fairy tale. White chairs arranged in neat rows, an arch covered in white roses and greenery at the front, string lights strung overhead even though it was still daylight. They'd be beautiful once the sun set and the reception started.

Everyone they loved was there. Family and friends, all dressed up, all smiling.

Emma stood at the top of the back steps with her father, looking down at ...