Megan slipped into her wedding gown and left the room breathless. Her sister and friend fastened each button down the back of the dress while Megan’s mother delighted over Megan, “I just love the buttons! They are delicate just like Megan.”
She stepped out of the house and stood on the hill that overlooked her loved ones. He waited in the meadow, beside the hills and beneath the oak tree, catching glimpses of white through the trees.