I wanted to believe him, but after two years of dating and six months engaged, I began to think some circles stay closed.
So, I poured my heart into our wedding. I’d saved every penny for years to ensure Julian and I had full control. We chose a date, booked a rustic cabin venue, selected a caterer, and picked a dark chocolate cake with raspberry filling—our favorite from a local bakery. The band blended oldies with modern hits. Everything was perfect.
But Cassandra and Freya caught wind of our plans. At Julian’s father’s birthday party, they ambushed us, eager to take over.
