The morning of the last day Keeley had to eat lunch with Aaron, she dreamed of their wedding day. It was more of a nightmare, really, though it started out like the actual memory.
Her ideas of a small, intimate wedding were dashed early in the engagement. Aaron's mother, Roslyn Hale, was in charge of everything.
High society folk lived to show off. Her wedding at the grandiose Plaza Hotel had nearly five hundred guests and she knew less than three dozen of them personally.
Keeley's custom designed wedding dress was an off-shoulder ball gown with a long train, covered in pearls and Swarovski crystals chosen by Roslyn. She had almost no input on anything.
The wedding planner asked her to pick between a few appropriate floral arrangements and cake flavors but that was about it. Everything else ran smoothly without her.
Even her bridesmaids consisted of socialites she wasn't even friends with, including Lacy Knighton. The irony was too much.
