Henley

Watching Mom and Maxwell dance, a part of me wondered if I had sold myself short by not marrying a man who loved me like that. But I quickly pushed the thought aside. This day wasn’t about me. Mom had waited a long time to be happy, and now, she was, and I couldn’t be happier for her.

“What were you thinking about just then?” Declan asked, taking my hand.

I shrugged. “Nothing. Just enjoying watching them.” I nodded toward Mom and Maxwell. ...