NARRATOR'S POV

ONE YEAR LATER

The wedding preparations were in full swing, and Sydney rushed into the dressing room like a whirlwind. Her eyes immediately found Grace, standing resplendent in the center of the room, dressed in her wedding gown.

"Grace!" Sydney exclaimed, her initial frown melting into a beaming smile as she took in the breathtaking sight before her.

Grace turned away from the mirror, surrounded by a swarm of cloth fitters, each pinning and adjusting the folds of her wedding dress. The many layers of ivory satin and lace flowed around her like a gown from a fairy tale.

Grace had designed the dress herself because she wanted...