She murmured softly in his ear, her voice clear and sweet, "You know, I really feel like this is all a dream!"
"Don't worry, this is one dream we'll never wake up from!" Elliot Sheridan lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice deep and magnetic. "I will be lost in it with you!"
Wedding photoshoots are exhausting, and Georgia Thorne already had experience with this.
But Elliot was a thoughtful husband. During their breaks, he would help her into the car, take off her shoes, and massage her feet.
The high heels didn't quite fit. Georgia Thorne had been dragging the long train of her dress and standing in nearly four-inch heels for over two hours, and the skin on her heels was rubbed red and raw.
"It hurts, be gentle!" Georgia suddenly grabbed Elliot's arm, shaking her head and motioning for him to stop.
Elliot held her foot. "Does it hurt a lot?"
She nodded frantically.
"Relax, I won't touch it," he said softly, promising to avoid the sore spot.
