LONDON

I loved the white gown. It was a minimalist, simple, but elegant off-shoulder wedding gown. Striker hadn’t seen what I would wear. It was a surprise.

I faced the mirror, looked at myself, and turned to see if I had made the right choice.

“You look beautiful, dear.”

I smiled and launched to Tate. “Thank you.”

He hugged me, but not tightly so I wouldn’t crumple his suit and my gown. “Don’t ruin your makeup. The ceremony hasn’t started yet.”

When we arrived yesterday, I instantly loved the place. It was beautiful this season, and Beck’s wife, Maeve, and his twin sister, Becka, were amazing people.

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