I never dreamed of castles or glass slippers. After what I’d been through, my idea of a perfect wedding was simple: truth, love, and no masks. I’d already walked through fire. What I needed now was peace.
Ethan gave me that.
It was my second marriage. I was 38. He was 29. And I had a daughter, Lily—ten years old and wiser than most grown-ups. Ethan didn’t just accept her. He adored her. That’s why I said yes when he asked me to be his wife.
