Rowan and Delaney walked slowly down the center stone aisle. They were officially husband and wife. Their arms were linked firmly together. Rowan kept her hand tucked safely against his side.
As they walked closer to the main entrance of the church, Delaney looked at the front doors. She slowed her steps just a little bit.
Her hazel eyes moved away from the doors and looked at the very last row of wooden seats. It was the back pew, hidden slightly in the dark shadows near the entrance.
A sudden, clear memory flashed in her mind.
Just a few months ago, she remembered wearing her dull gray dress. She remembered hiding in the dark shadows of that exact same back pew. She used to sit there, entirely quiet and completely invisible, watching the wealthy lords and ladies walk down this very aisle.
She remembered watching the individuals she had secretly matchmade take their holy oath of marriage. She had watched them smile, kiss, and leave the church to start their happy lives.
