“Lookin’ gorgeous, Kiera. Love that dress on you.” She pats me on the shoulder, then turns to Emily.
“Honey, the photographer is about to be here and wanted to get some photos of you and Evan and you and Kiera beforehand. You up for that?” Mama asks her sweetly, though Emily doesn’t really have a choice.
“Yes, ma’am.” Soon, Emily and Evan are walking toward the photographer, and I go to Trent and give him the biggest kiss I can.
“What’s that for?” he asks with a grin.
“That’s because I love you,” I tell him as I see how happy Emily and Evan are. It makes me excited for my own future—the one I’m focusing on.
“I love you, too, baby.” He kisses me again, and then I’m being waved over to Emily.
We pose together with our mimosas, and the smiles on our faces are as genuine as can be. The a
