If someone had told me that my wedding day would be held in an enormous castle courtyard back in the '80s, rather than a big church, it would have sounded like a joke.
But here I stood, clutching a bouquet of roses in the middle of the aisle. Rose petals spread into an entrance, and Thomas held my hand firmly in his.
"Will you ever marry?" I had asked Christy one day.
Her eyes had grown wide and she'd laughed from deep in her belly. "Oh heavens, I'd have to learn to stay with one man for a very, very long time before the thought of marriage ever lays on my table."
Between the two of us, I was the last one anyone expected to look into marriage; she had always been the dreamy one. I'm certain she would have marveled at a wedding like this. God, I missed her—and it hurt that she was missing this.
"You okay?" Thomas whispered. I quickly collected myself and gave him a nod.
