Three weeks later
It comes with a heavy heart that I am getting my tux on to attend my wedding. As I stand staring at my reflection and straighten my tie, my hands shake. Tessa and I built a house and moved into it last week. I’m relieved, but part of me still mourns not being in Kenzie’s life. I still resent my mother for forcing me to marry Tessa, even though I’m to the point of defeat allowing this to happen.
A knock on my dressing room door tells me it’s time. With one last deep breath, I exit the room and find my way to the alter to wait for my bride. After ten minutes, the music signals the entrance of her bridal party, followed by her grand entrance. Now, to say the dress she found was plain or ordinary would be an extreme understatement, and I can only imagine how much the dress
