I never imagined I'd be a graceful bride.
I stained my wedding dress the second I tried it on. Connor even accidentally saw it in my camera roll. And worst yet? Our parents would rather attend our wedding via Zoom than spend an entire evening rubbing elbows with their arch nemesis.
Three years into our HEA and things just keep getting better, except for this one little nagging area of our life. I want our marriage to form a truce between the Dalys and Cabanas, but with us living so far away from Bayshore, all we've been able to accomplish is a resentful stalemate.
But now that Connor and I are back in Bayshore for our extended wedding-and-beyond home-cation, our to-do list includes not just finalizing floral arrangements, but also getting our Moms and Dads to bury the hatchet.
Cocktail parties with ex-best friends? Check. Fishing trips with two frosty fathers? Agonizing check.
Connor and I are determined to forge a new future for our parents, no matter how much we grimace through it.
But on my wedding day, there's no doubt about it.
This man-and this life we've built-will do nothing but make me smile.
