Emma’s POV
The setup was beautiful.
I was in genuine awe of how everything turned out and how the event planners were able to put all these things together.
The guests looked ravishing and the decorations made it seem as though I was getting married into royalty. To be fair, with how rich the Hendersons are, I most likely am.
The ceremony was taking place at the back of the Henderson residence and initially, I was concerned that it wouldn’t look nice but I was so wrong.
I had finally put on my dress and left the dressing room. Now, I was standing at the beginning of the aisle, my dad standing beside me, his left hand intertwined with my right hand at our elbows. All the guests stood up as they saw me and the pianist began playing the opening music.
All of a sudden I was feeling
