Chapter 387: Double Crossed, Part 1

It was the eve of my wedding, and all the final touches were being made. Whitney insisted everything be taken care of today so that tomorrow all I had to worry about was looking beautiful.

Little did she know I hadn't even finished writing my vows. It hadn't been for a lack of trying, though. That's all I'd been doing - writing something, throwing it away because it sucked, writing something else, throwing that away because it sucked even worse. I just couldn't find the words to tell Trent how much I loved him.

My vows might be a total bust, but at least the decorations would be pretty.

Large white canopies had been set up - one for the ceremony on the top of the mountain, and two more for the reception in the backyard, much closer to the house. Tables and chairs were arranged in a very particular way that Whitney had coordinated.