It’s a lovely shot—clean, simple, and stripped of everything that reminds me of what happened that day.
The rest of the pictures live on a flash drive buried inside nested folders on my computer, hidden far enough that I’ll never stumble upon them by accident.
Don’t get me wrong—I adore my husband, and our wedding was stunning.
The venue, the dress, the ceremony… it all could’ve been perfect, if not for one person: my mother-in-law, Linda.
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