Shiloh
Two months seemed to fly by. That’s how busy we were staying with all of the wedding preparations.
Jax knew how much the wedding meant to me, so there was no expense spared. When our special day arrived, everything was in place, from the tables covered with white lace to the ice sculpture of me and Jax.
I stood in front of the wall mirror, admiring the way I was glowing. My hair was pulled up in a fancy bun with a few tendrils of hair spiraling down my back and around my face.
Silver eyeshadow decorated my eyelids and a rosy blush gave my cheeks more color. A pink highlighter made my face shimmer under the light, and a light pink lip gloss made my lips shine.
“Sweetheart, it’s time. Are you ready?” I heard my father ask from the doorway.
I spun around to face him, smiling
