Hannah had imagined her wedding day so many times that she could picture every detail with her eyes closed. The soft flowers lining the aisle, the music she’d chosen with such care, the excitement of walking toward Luke while their families watched with full hearts. It was the day she thought would mark the beginning of a life built on trust and partnership.
Luke had insisted he would take care of the entire ceremony himself. He called it a “family tradition,” something meaningful from his side that she would discover only on the day itself. At first, the idea had charmed her. There was something sweet about a surprise tied to his family history. But as the date drew closer, a small concern began to tap at the back of her mind. What if she didn’t understand the tradition? What if she didn’t feel a part of it?
