Days passed without any problems. Hayden and I were living a dream. In fact, from the moment he proposed to me, Grace and I started planning my wedding. I wanted something small but beautiful, an idea that Grace didn't like at all. She wanted something extravagant, the wedding of the year, according to her.

She and I were sitting on the floor of my apartment, flipping through bridal magazines.

"We could rent a hall, I promise the wedding will be wonderful," Grace suggested.

"I want it to be in my father's garden, something small but beautiful," I said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes.

"Do you want a wedding...