C89 CHAPTER 87

The sun is a kiss on my shoulders from the moment I step outside. The breeze tugs at the pins in my hair, my dress. My friends and family are seated in three rows. Our officiant is serene up front. But my eyes are locked on the man next to the altar. Timothy. The boy I fell for is a man. One who fills out his tailored tuxedo to perfection, his tattooed hands flexing at his sides as he spots me