Georgia's POV
Everything came together so easily that day. With the girls' help, choosing what we needed for the wedding felt more like a party than a task. Even with the countless options the suppliers presented, I somehow knew exactly what I wanted, especially when it came to my wedding dress.
Vera showed me sketches, fabrics, and the most exquisite lace I'd ever seen before she started drawing one of her own. My gown. Designed by Vera Wang herself. I still couldn't believe it. She'd long stopped accepting personal requests, yet she made an exception for me, all because of Nick.
It made my heart swell. I'd never felt so special in my entire life.
But if I'm being honest, the best part of the day wasn't the gown or the flowers, it was the cake tasting. I was still sitting there long after everyone had started packing up, fork in hand, happily devouring another slice of vanilla chiffon like it was the most important decision of my life.
