Epilogue  

Kenzie

“Are you ready, Kenzie?” Carter asks.

“I am,” I say confidently taking one final look in the mirror. My dress is simple, exactly the way I wanted.  Carter hands me a small bouquet of white and red roses just before we step out of the room. He guides me down the narrow hallway, and out the back door, to the beach where everything is set up just how I envisioned it would be.

Nearly a year ago, I was in a similar place, in a similar dress, getting ready to do this very thing. Only, the circumstances couldn’t have been more different. Today, I will walk down the...