One Month Later….

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Roxanne’s father asked alone in the back of the church, just before he walked her down the aisle.

Her wedding gown was fitted at the top and flared out into the skirt. It had a sweetheart neckline and lace sleeves with cutouts. “Yes, of course. I want this more than anything.”

Roxanne’s mother took a step closer, dabbing at her eyes. “Darling, I wish you would wear a veil.”

Roxanne smiled, shaking her head. “This is what I wanted.” She had opted to wear her hair up with a few sprigs of baby’s breath in the back and no...