The wedding was simple, which is exactly what I wanted. It was held in the gardens of Sabrebite, overlooking the changing colors of the autumn leaves. The full moon was at the peak of the sky, shining its essence on the events taking place below. Leaves of reds and oranges were scattered across the cobblestone walkway and crunched under my bare toes as I walked down the aisle.
The crisp air danced around my features and sent a chill through my body. At that moment, I wished more than ever that my mother could have been there. It felt almost wrong to have a wedding without her presence. Though at the same time, the way the air had splashes of warmth as the wind picked up, allowing for the leaves to circulate around my feet as I walked, I knew it was my mother walking with me. I could feel
