Ford pulled at his collar. The family didn't waste any time once the engagement was official; it had been only two weeks since he'd asked Mia to marry him.
And today was the day. He stood at the end of the orchard-lined road, which made a perfect wedding canopy for the sunny day.
It seemed fitting to wed Mia less than a stone's throw from where he'd seen her for the first time.
Trace held a chair for Anaisa, while most of the guests stood in lines to watch the proceedings.
Ford had been assured it would be short, though he'd never attended a wedding here before. Or ever, really.
Nervous, he waited. The guests seemed to stare at him, and for the first time in a while, he missed his powers. To disappear from their observation would be quite a relief!
In the next moment, however, he completely forgot about his musings. The door of the home opened, and a vision in white drifted towards him.
