AYLA
Millie was all over the place, trying to make sure my hair, my dress, my shoes, and everything was perfect.
Gia was with the boys—Zyair and Arthuro—helping them get ready to do their page boys' duty.
Jemma had come in to sneak a peek, and she'd become all teary.
Millie had taken her out. "No crying today, Ma'am."
And now, I sat in front of the dresser, a necklace with AC crested on it sitting on my neck.
Everything felt surreal.
Like a dream that might end if I breathed in the wrong air or blinked the wrong way.
Millie came back inside with my dress, white as snow and a dripping beauty like the fortune-dollar it was.
"Oh my cherries," Millie whistled, dropping it on the bed.
I stifled a smile.
I wished Dad was here. I wished he could see me in my dress, walk me down the aisle—not Lorenzo.
I breathed in, long and slow.
The past was gone. I had to stay in the present and stop hoping for things I couldn't have anymore.
